She picked up one of a pile of newspapers that lay on the stand beside her, and thrust it before Harry's eyes with a manner at once questioning and rebuking. He read the head lines:
SOCIETY GIRL CARRIED OFF IN BALLOON
Miss Pauline Marvin Has Remarkable Experience
After Accident on Palisades.
Harry laughed and patted her hand reassuringly. "Oh, but that's only one of them," wailed Pauline. "Look at this one:
PAULINE MARVIN LOST IN THE SKY
"Can any woman live after that," she cried.
"Why, it's no crime to be lost in a balloon," said Harry. "See, they tell it just as it was—they make you a real heroine."
"A man might live it down, dear, but a woman, never! To be 'lost in the sky' is altogether too giddy. Margaret!" she called.
The maid stepped quickly forward.
"You may pack my things, Margaret, and be sure to put in some warm winter ones. Is the snow on mountains cold like real snow, or is it like the frosting on cake?" she inquired, turning again to Harry.