“Oh, yes, I recall, her name is Visitation and they call her Visite. She always wore such absurd high heels, didn’t she?” “That’s Visite. But we will forgive her the heels for she speaks and writes perfect English. Some of the big girls, as she calls them, are having their cars sent out. I guess they did not like being overshadowed by your wonderful horse, Firefly. Not that a mere machine could compare with that glorious little animal.” “Oh, they may have their cars. I don’t fancy motoring—yet. I may take to it when I get old and feeble. Here we are. I want to get a Tell-Tale for Katherine. Don’t you think they are the dearest little books? And they always do tell tales, if we keep them written up. Let us look at these.” They inspected the dainty new dairies on the beautifully polished glass counter in Brientos. The new style diary had much to recommend it. The suggestions given in “Heads” left little to be worked out, by even such registrants as might be indolent. There were classified duties, pleasures, accidents, questions, engagements, expenses, apologies, dance steps, candy recipes, and such other incidents as might be particularly interesting to young girls. The lines were partly written, so that all the writer should fill out was the end of the line, like an insurance blank. “Now, that is the way all our themes ought to be started for us,” specified Jane. “If we had a starter line we could dash off a thesis with our eyes shut. I will take two of these. I am going to give one to Elaine. You know how she loves to write.” “Yes, I remember too well. She wrote a beautiful poem all over my closet door, and I had to stand for it,” recalled Judith. “Better buy her a couple of reams of paper besides that sample. She needs space.” From the stationer’s the girls paid a last visit to their favorite confectioner. The amount of candy purchased seemed extravagant. Even the white-capped and ribbon-aproned clerk looked surprised when Judith called for the third box of cherries, but when the girls said good-bye, and Jane unpinned her own violets for this pretty little candy counter miss, the very delivery boy who swung out with the big white package, whistled good naturedly. “Is that all?” asked Judith, glancing at her wrist watch anxiously. “Almost. I want to get dad another box of cigars and Aunt Mary a bottle of sachet. I ordered her favorite scent and it will be ready now. They can be mailed direct from the stores.” Steps quickened, and cheeks glowing accordingly, Jane and Judith sped along. New York had been attractive, and the days just gone were filled with happy memories. Finally, with lists all checked off, Miss Jordan’s apartment was reached within ten minutes of the actual time set for return. “I am sure Helen has everything ready,” commented Jane, getting out her latch key. “Trust her for that,” Judith replied. “I hope she has been the good Samaritan to poor little me. Otherwise I see those armfuls and the staggering expressmen.”