“No great amount of preparation needed, auntie dear,” laughed Ethel, throwing her arms about the Madame’s neck.
“Shopping, Pansy, dressmaking—”
“Ah, we have loads of dresses already!” interrupted the girl in her most persuasive tones. “And think of the hundreds of stores and dressmakers and milliners in Philadelphia! Can’t we get everything we want there? Don’t let us carry too many coals to Newcastle,” she ended, with a silvery laugh that brought a smile to her aunt’s face in spite of herself.
Madame Le Conte’s inertia was compelled to give way before Ethel’s energetic persistence, and the girl carried her point. In a week they were cosily established in a very pleasant residence within easy walking distance of the great Centennial grounds.
CHAPTER XXXVI.
REUNITED.
“After long storms and tempests overblown,
The sun at length his joyous face doth clear.”—Spenser.