approval.

"Never mind, Mary!" her mistress said in luxurious ease before the
fire, "there are plenty of dresses!"

A week later Warren came in, in the late afternoon, to say that he
had met Miss Clay downtown, and they had had tea together. She
suggested tea, and he couldn't well get out of it. He would have
telephoned Rachael had he fancied she would care to come. She had
been out? That was what he thought. But how about a little dinner
for Magsie? Did she think it would be awfully stupid?

"No, she's not stupid," Rachael said cordially. "Let's do it!"

"Oh, I don't mean stupid for us," Warren hastened to explain. "I
mean stupid for her!"

"Why should it be stupid for her?" Rachael looked at him in
surprise.

"Well, she's awfully young, and she's getting a lot of attention,
and perhaps she'd think it a bore!"

"I don't imagine Magsie Clay would find a dinner here in her honor
a bore," Rachael said in delicate scorn. "Why, think who she is,
Warren--a nurse's daughter! Her father was--I don't know what--an
enlisted man, who rose to be a sergeant!"

"I don't believe it!" he said flatly.