“Yes, I think so. But to tell the truth, I feel a little dazed.”
“Oh, that’s part of the process,” said Nancy, relieved. “It comes from being under the dryer so long. The noise combined with the heat is rather stupefying. You’ll wake up when we get out into the air.”
Monsieur Louis bowed them out, and they hurried toward the elevator.
“I think we had better have lunch now,” said Nancy, when they were once more on Main Street. “Shall we go to Sloan’s, Janie?”
“It is as good as any other place near by; and then we’ll be right in the building where we intend to do most of our shopping.”
Soon they were seated in the big tea room, with menus in front of them.
“This is my party,” announced Emma.
“Janie and I usually go ‘Dutch,’” said Nancy; “but you are our guest this time.”
“You can go ‘Dutch’ any other time you like,” replied Emma; “but even though I am your guest, this lunch is on me—a sort of celebration.”
While they ate they made out a list of exactly what Emma needed, which was pretty much a complete outfit.