"Do I bore you, Lil? Or do I seem unappreciative?" asked Marjorie, penitently.
"No, you old dear!" laughed Lily, relenting. "By the way, what is it you want to do to-morrow?"
"Go shopping!" replied Marjorie happily, for the idea of the novel experience was pleasing to her.
Mrs. Wilkinson had given her daughter some money with which to go shopping, and the girls planned their trip for Friday. Mrs. Andrews decided to send the chauffeur with them, allowing them to go otherwise unaccompanied, for she knew how much pleasure it would afford them to go alone.
Early after lunch the following day, the girls started on their expedition. After they left the car and entered the shops, Marjorie wanted to proceed slowly, stopping everywhere to look at displays and to examine the beautiful things spread alluringly before their eyes. She really bought little; the experience was so new to her that she could scarcely make up her mind what to choose.
At quarter after four Lily looked at her watch.
"I'm dead, Marj!" she announced. "Let's go and get some hot chocolate, and then go home."
"All right," agreed Marjorie reluctantly. "But I sort of hate to leave. By the way, Lil, have you been noticing the salesgirls?"
"Not 'specially. Why?"
"I thought one of them might be Frieda."