Mary shook her head angrily.
"I've no shoes," she said. "And the stockings are not mates."
"You're a vision from heaven," said Pete.
"Shut up! Don't you see I'm no better off than I was before? Neither are you."
"We're warmer, anyhow."
"Oh, be sensible."
"And we're more beautiful," he added, stroking his silken coat.
"But we can't go anywhere in these things!" she cried. "We'll be arrested. We haven't any money. We'll be taken for lunatics. And then they'll find out we're thieves. And then—— Oh, I wish I'd never come on this awful trip!"
Pete shook off the spell of his gorgeous imagination.