"I forgot. Seems like old times for us to be here and you waiting on me." She took off her gloves, rolled them in a ball and tossed them to Snyder who placed them beside the coat on the bed. She added, seeking to give the conversation a casual note: "You got my letter of course. It's all right? I can have the room for the afternoon--alone?" "Sure." "I don't need to explain, do I?" she said rapidly. "It's--" "Shut up, honey," said Snyder in the old rough manner, "it's all yours." "No one will come?" "No one ever comes." "And who's in that room--Winona's?" she asked, walking to the door and listening. "She's gone from noon--teaching Fifth Avenue to walk like Hester Street. Don't know her. She's new." She passed the dressing-table, still crowded with her knickknacks and mementoes. "Snyder," she said surprised, "you've kept all those crazy things. Heavens, what didn't I used to do!" She sat down before the table, shaking her head at the strange reflection. "Is it possible!" Then turning quickly she said, "And you, Snyder? Tell me all about yourself." "Me? Sliding to fame on greased rails," said Snyder pleased. "Two hundred dollars a week now. Fact. Betty? She'll marry a dook yet!" Dodo rose and taking from her purse a pendant, a diamond cross with a pearl in the center, held it out. "It's for Betty--the first thing we bought. It's to bring her everything in the world." "My lord--" said Snyder aghast. "Look here--that ain't right--it must have cost--" "Hush, you funny old thing," said Dodo, silencing her. "Don't you know it never--never could cost enough!" But before another word could be exchanged Miss Pim burst effusively into the room, ruffling like a motherly fowl. "Dodo! Land's sake what a swell you've become!" She bore down, open-armed, for a convulsive hug but Dodo extending a formal hand checked her. "How do you do--very glad to see you, I'm sure." "Two men, Dodo! Chauffeur and footman!" exclaimed Miss Pim, blundering a little over the defensive handshake, but unabashed. "My, I think I should expire on the spot if I ever went up Fifth Avenue behind a chauffeur _and_ a footman. You lucky, lucky girl--who'd have thought you'd make such a match--you such a fly-away! Well, you always were my favorite." Again the door slapped enthusiastically against the wall and Anita Morgan bounded in, all eyes and exclamations. "Dodo! The lord be praised! Won't Clarice be surprised? Heard about her? She's domesticated too--oddles of money--old gent in splendid state of ill health! My, won't she be crazy to see you! How well you look! Clever puss! Always said you were the slyest of us all!" "Heavens, Anita, do be careful," said Dodo, disengaging herself from the reckless embrace, "you're tearing me to pieces!" Anita, jumping on the table, rocking enthusiastically, rushed on: "How's Garry--the darling!" "Mr. Lindaberry's health is quite satisfactory," said Dodo coldly.