"Seven dollars!" she repeated, as she examined it. "I'd have to put it in my trousseau at that rate. And then suppose I never got married!"
"You will," returned Linda, calmly. "But even if you don't, you're sure to be a bridesmaid some time. You could carry it then."
"Your bridesmaid?"
"If I ever need one. Or rather, my maid-of-honor."
The saleswoman coughed irritably; she wanted to hurry the purchase.
"It's the last one we have, Miss," she said. "So if you like it, you had better take it."
Her words recalled to Louise the purpose of their visit.
"The last one? They're hard to get, then?" she inquired.
"Yes. They are made by French women, I believe—in a convent."
Louise suppressed a smile by raising her eyebrows.