"And fancy!" exclaimed Fanny—"fancy going to the dressmaker's, picking out half a dozen dresses, having them sent home without even asking the price, and letting them charge just as much as they like! Wouldn't that be heavenly?"
"You can have all that and more," he cried exultingly.
Virginia shrugged her shoulders. The topic was becoming distasteful to her. Impatiently she exclaimed:
"It's perfectly ridiculous!"
Going over to her sister, Fanny put her arm around her neck:
"All I want is for you to be happy, sis."
"I know it, dear," replied Virginia. "That's the way you've been always."
"You're different to me," went on the elder sister.
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. You'd do any man credit."