Drusilla looked pained.

"Perhaps I shouldn't look at them then--"

Daphne interrupted her.

"You just buy what you want. Don't you worry about what Father
thinks. I don't."

"But I--I--don't want to be extravagant."

"You _can't_ be extravagant. You _can't_ spend too much. Now, don't
you think about it--and don't you ask how much they cost. You don't
need to know. Just you buy the prettiest things they've got."

Finally a choice was made of two pretty soft gray dresses, fragile
enough to suit even Daphne's luxurious tastes; arrangements were made
in regard to their hurried alterations; and, after buying a wrap to
replace the now discarded mantle, they departed, Drusilla as happy as
a child, with a flush on her old cheeks and a strange happy light in
her blue eyes.

"Now we must have things to go with them."

They went into a lingerie shop, where Drusilla was dazed by the
piles of dainty underclothing that were spread before her. She
caressed the soft laces and the delicate, cobweb affairs.

"Oh, Miss Thornton, I can't decide. I didn't know there was such