dawn in the gorgeous rose-coloured gown. The colour in her cheeks
was even brighter than usual; for she was staggered to find how low
the gown was cut, and was afraid she was committing a faux pas.
"Tell me about it," she stammered. "Mammy Lucy says I'm surely
supposed to wear some lace, or a bouquet."

"Mammy Lucy isn't a Paris costumier," said Oliver, much amused.
"Dear me--wait until you have seen Mrs. Winnie!"

Mrs. Winnie had kindly sent her limousine car for them, and it stood
throbbing in front of the hotel-entrance, its acetylenes streaming
far up the street. Mrs. Winnie's home was on Fifth Avenue, fronting
the park. It occupied half a block, and had cost two millions to
build and furnish. It was known as the "Snow Palace," being all of
white marble.

At the curb a man in livery opened the door of the car, and in the
vestibule another man in livery bowed the way. Lined up just inside
the door was a corps of imposing personages, clad in scarlet
waistcoats and velvet knee-breeches, with powdered wigs, and gold
buttons, and gold buckles on their patent-leather pumps. These
splendid creatures took their wraps, and then presented to Montague
and Oliver a bouquet of flowers upon a silver salver, and upon
another salver a tiny envelope bearing the name of their partner at
this strictly "informal" dinner-party. Then the functionaries stood
out of the way and permitted them to view the dazzling splendour of
the entrance hall of the Snow Palace. There was a great marble
staircase running up from the centre of the hall, with a carved
marble gallery above, and a marble fireplace below. To decorate this
mansion a real palace in the Punjab had been bought outright and