want a little money," she fingered nervously the breakfast
napkin she was still holding.

"What for?" was the repeated inquiry.

"Oh, you see--I might want to do a little shopping in Newark."

"Shop in Newark! That's a good one! Why, girlie, you never want
to shop outside of little old New York, and you know it. Shop in
Newark!"

Embury laughed at the very idea.

"But--I might see something in a window that's just what I want."

"Then make a note of it, and buy it in New York. You have an
account at all the desirable shops here, and I never kick at the
bills, do I, now?"

"No; but a woman does want a little cash with her--"

"Oh, that, of course! I quite subscribe to that. But I gave you
a couple of dollars yesterday."

"Yes, but I gave one to a Red Cross collector, and the other I
had to pay out for a C.O.D. charge."

"Why buy things C.O.D. when you have accounts everywhere?"

"Oh, this was something I saw advertised in the evening paper--"