We've about an hour left; let's go to the shops."

"Yes, indeed," and Dolly spoke emphatically. "I didn't realise that I
was being a selfish old piggy-wig!"

"And you're not," defended Bernice. "We all wanted to come here, but,
well, you see, Dolly, you do dawdle."

"But it's such a wonder-place!" and Dolly gazed longingly backward as
they left the antiquities. "And there are rooms we haven't even looked
into yet."

"Dozens of 'em," assented Alicia. "But not this morning, my
chickabiddy! I must flee to the busy marts and see what's doing in the
way of tempting bargains."

"All right," and Dolly put her arm through Alicia's. "What are you
going to buy?"

"Dunno, till I see something that strikes my fancy. But in the paper
this morning, I noticed a special sale of 'Pastime Toggery' at
Follansbee's. Let's go there."

"Never heard of the place," said Dolly. "But let's go."

"Never heard of Follansbee's! Why, it's the smartest shop in New York
for sport clothes."

"Is it? We never get sport clothes. Unless you mean middies and
sweaters. My mother buys those at the department stores."