“Pretty—but not for you,” said Billie decidedly. “Trust me, Edina. I am going to make you a personage at Three Towers Hall.”
Billie’s enthusiasm was difficult to resist. Edina did not try to resist it. She permitted herself to be swept along by the new and entirely blissful experience of being able to buy all the lovely things she wanted at one time. The long-starved, demanding girlhood in Edina was finding expression.
The saleswoman returned with an entirely different collection of evening frocks which the critical Billie was good enough to approve.
“The coral one would look gorgeous on you Edina and the yellow taffeta. Try them.”
Edina obeyed and was captivated. She insisted that she would take both the frocks of Billie’s choice but remained adamant in her intention to try on nothing more.
“If I try ’em on, I’ll buy them,” she said, showing a grain of the good horse sense she had undoubtedly inherited from “Paw.” “I’ve got more now than I could wear out in a lifetime of trying—unless I was twins.”
Billie gave in with a sigh and a giggle.
“We’ve got to get hats and shoes and stockings, anyway,” she mused. “Suppose we’ve got to stop somewhere.”
The saleswoman, feeling that this was her lucky day, offered a bright suggestion.
“I can have hats sent up here to match the frocks——”