"I shall be a trouble to you," the girl went on, with a gleam in her eye that spoke of the restless spirit within. "I have many things to buy, and they must all be rich and handsome."
"If you have money enough, there will be no trouble about that."
"Oh, I have money." She spoke like a millionaire's daughter. "Shall we go to Arnold's?"
As I always traded at Arnold's, I readily acquiesced, and we left the house. But not before she had tied a very thick veil over her face.
"If we meet any one, do not introduce me," she begged. "I cannot talk to people."
"You may rest easy," I assured her.
At the corner she stopped. "Is there any way of getting a carriage?" she asked.
"Do you want one?"
"Yes."
I signalled a hack.