"Thirty-five."
"Keep the rest!"
"I'll pay."
"Bur-r—-shut up! I'm not lending. Borrowing breaks up friendships. It's yours—it's given!"
She looked at the distressed girl a moment and added apprehensively:
"Winona, you're losing your grip!"
"Losing? It's gone!"
"Decidedly, I must see Blainey this afternoon and get that job for you," said Doré pensively. She disliked these sudden bleak apparitions and hated long to consider them. "You'll see in a few days, all will be changed—all!"
Ida returned with long-stemmed chrysanthemums towering over her brown curls, and made a second trip for some hydrangeas which she had found at Estelle Monks' below. The room had now quite the effect of a conservatory.
"Why don't you work the birthday gag?" said Winona helpfully.