"How about skiing?"
Gloria pulled a nightgown made of pink satin and ecru lace over her head. "I just dote on skiing. We spent last Christmas hols at St. Moritz."
"I've never skied," Flip said, "but everybody says I'm going to love it."
Erna looked at Gloria's nightgown. "If you think Black and Midnight's going to let you wear that creation you're crazy."
Jackie looked at it longingly. "It's divine. It's absolutely divine."
Gloria giggled. "Oh, I know they won't let me wear it. I just thought I'd wait till they made me take it off. Emile gave it to me for a going away present."
"Who's Emile?" Erna asked.
"My mother's fiancé. He's a Count."
"A Count—pfft!" Jackie laughed.
"He is, too. And he has lots of money, which most Counts don't, nowadays."