"That's the Piquette model, girlie. You and all New York will be buyin' it in another month. Ain't it the selectest little thing ever?"
Her face was rapt. "It's the swellest thing I've ever seen!" she declared.
He turned to another plate.
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she cried.
"Ain't that a beauty! That there is going to be the biggest hit I've had yet. Watch out for the Phoebe Snow! I've got the original model in my trunks. That cutaway effect can't be beat."
"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she repeated.
They passed slowly over the gay-colored plates.
"There's that flame-colored one I'd like to see you in."
"Gee!" she said. "There's some class to that."
After a while the book was laid aside and they talked in low, serious tones; occasionally his hand stroked hers.