"I'll tell you what we'll do," she said gaily. "We'll go to town and shop and shop and shop. I'd love it, and we'll send all the bills to Father. He can't frown or scold as he does when _I_ send him bills; he'll have to pay yours without a word. Oh, we'll go right away!" "I'd love to go, Miss Thornton. I never really shopped in my life. I jest bought things I had to have, things I couldn't go without no longer." Drusilla rose, as pleased with the idea as was the young girl beside her. "Can we go right away?" "Yes; but wait, you must eat something." "But I jest had my breakfast." "Yes; but you must have something now, or you'll get tired. I'll have them bring you some chicken broth or something, and I'll have some too. I can always eat." She danced over to the bell, and when Jeanne answered it she said: "Tell James to bring some chicken broth and some sandwiches; and have the small car at the door in half an hour. And please tell my chauffeur to return home and tell Mother that I will not be home for lunch." When Jeanne was gone she danced back to Drusilla. "We'll make a day of it, Miss Doane, and we'll have the _loveliest time!_" The lunch was served and then the ugly bonnet was tied on, the mantle wrapped around the thin shoulders, and Drusilla and Daphne started for that joy land of women--Fifth Avenue. "We'll go first and get some things that are already made," Daphne said. She took Drusilla to one of the exclusive shops on Fifth Avenue. If Daphne had not been known, slight courtesy would have been shown the shabbily dressed old woman, but a few words from Daphne and the salesladies were all smiles and bows, eager to show their best. At first they showed her black dresses; but at Drusilla's little look of distress, quick Daphne saw there was something wrong. "Don't you like them, Miss Doane?" "Yes--yes--they're beautiful, Miss Thornton, but--do I _have_ to wear black? I've worn it all my life because it wears well. I'd like--I'd like--" "Tell me what you would like." "I'd like a soft gray dress like my room, if I ain't too old. But--but--perhaps it wouldn't be fittin'." "That's just the thing! Why didn't I think of that! Gray will be just the color for you; and with a touch of blue, and your white hair--Oh, you'll be lovely, Miss Doane." Again the willing salesladies were given their instructions, and gray dresses and gray suits were placed before her. Drusilla passed over the suits with hardly a look, but fingered lovingly the soft crepes and chiffons. "I don't like the heavy things," she said. "They look as if they'd turn well, and I don't want nothin' that can be turned. I'd like something that'll wear out." Daphne laughed. "You're just like me. I hate things that wear forever. Father says that's the cause of the high cost of living--we women don't buy sensible clothes." Drusilla looked pained. "Perhaps I shouldn't look at them then--" Daphne interrupted her.