"Yes; but you must have something now, or you'll get tired. I'll
have them bring you some chicken broth or something, and I'll have
some too. I can always eat."

She danced over to the bell, and when Jeanne answered it she said:

"Tell James to bring some chicken broth and some sandwiches; and
have the small car at the door in half an hour. And please tell my
chauffeur to return home and tell Mother that I will not be home for
lunch."

When Jeanne was gone she danced back to Drusilla.

"We'll make a day of it, Miss Doane, and we'll have the _loveliest
time!_"

The lunch was served and then the ugly bonnet was tied on, the
mantle wrapped around the thin shoulders, and Drusilla and Daphne
started for that joy land of women--Fifth Avenue.

"We'll go first and get some things that are already made," Daphne
said.

She took Drusilla to one of the exclusive shops on Fifth Avenue. If
Daphne had not been known, slight courtesy would have been shown the
shabbily dressed old woman, but a few words from Daphne and the
salesladies were all smiles and bows, eager to show their best. At
first they showed her black dresses; but at Drusilla's little look of
distress, quick Daphne saw there was something wrong.