"Don't you see? I'd never wear the same dress twice, and I wouldn't have the same for breakfast or luncheon or dinner; and I would have the most beautiful dresses that ever were seen."
"What would you do with them, after once wearing?" David asked.
"O I should never know and never care. My maid would dispose of them, I suppose. I should have enough to do to think of the new ones. But I do love costumes!" the girl added, clasping her hands.
"Is that a 'costume' you have got on?" Norton asked.
"Nonsense! it isn't anything. I haven't got Stewart's and my dressmaker yet. When I have, you'll know it."
"Juliet Bracebridge!—speak if you please. I'm finished," said Norton. "This is the richest game I've seen yet. Juliet?—"
"I think I should like a perfect little carriage, and a perfect pair of horses, and to go driving over the world."
"Where?" said Norton. "You mean, over the Central Park and the Boulevards."
"No, I don't. I mean what I say."
"Bad roads in some places," said Norton. "Up Vesuvius, for instance; or over Mont Blanc in winter. Greece is dangerous, and—"