"Penny."
"Oh, please, Lilly!"
"We live rather far up from here—Ninety-first Street, West."
"And we live at Park Hill; so you see we hardly regard that as far."
They were presently riding through the Park, Zoe facing the three of them in the soft gray interior of the Daab limousine. She was absolutely artless.
"I've been in a taxi three times and a hansom once. But I prefer this. I shall have my own some day—only, purple upholstery instead of gray—sort of wine color—"
"An early eye to effect, I see, young miss."
"I'm the class beauty," she explained. "I didn't care to be that at first—Lilly says it is just a lovely accident and might happen to anyone else. She wanted me to be class president; so I decided to be both."
"You will observe that my daughter is not chiefly notable for her reticence."
"You come to my studio, little lady, and I am going to paint you just as golden and radiantly innocent as you are."