Rennie showed little surprise on hearing the story. “Someone has probably taken the wrong coat,” she said.
“But that’s not possible!” Lucile laughed at the very thought.
“Why?”
“I’ll show you,” and she dashed back for the cape.
As Rennie saw the magnificent creation, she gasped with astonishment; then began to murmur something about fairy princesses looking after poor girls and leaving them gorgeous garments.
“You can’t go home without a wrap,” she told Lucile. “They say there’s a regular blizzard outside. You’ll simply have to wear it home.”
Taking the garment from Lucile’s hands, she placed it upon her shoulders with a touch that was half caress. Then, having fastened it under Lucile’s chin, she stood back to exclaim:
“Why, dearie, you look charming!”
“But—but how am I to get out of the building with it? No one will believe that a mere sales girl owns a cape like this. It’s new. Probably it’s been stolen.”
“Stolen!” exclaimed Rennie. “What nonsense!