she declared.

"You are to go with us, Mina," Peyton told her; "if you will get your
cloak--" The two women left, and Morris demanded:

"What was that damned rot about the doll?"

"Miss Raff wanted it."

"Well, why not?"

Lee Randon turned away coldly. "Little girls can't have everything they
put their eyes on." Morris muttered, and Lee asked, "What's that?" The
other failed to reply, but his remark had sounded remarkably like, "She
can." Going, Lee looked back involuntarily: he hadn't, after all,
imagined Cytherea's quality, Mina Raff had recognized it, too; the
dance had lost its attraction for him.

* * * * *

The automobiles started in a concentration of accelerated gasoline
explosions, their headlights sweeping across the house and plunging
into the farther night. Fanny gathered her wrap closely about her
throat. "I'm cold," she asserted; "it was so nice at home, with the
children, and plans--I intend to take out that yellow rambler and try a
climbing American beauty rose there. What a lovely dress of Anette's;
it must be the one she's been talking about so much, that Miss
Zillinger made; really good for Eastlake. What was that man's name who
was in the navy, and did you notice his rank? The officers of the navy
are a lot better looking than army men. And Mina Raff, after all did