The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-05-31
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Dan. Well, every one was right
only the plan didn't work as we'll as
she'd hoped it would.
LOOMING, Miss Anstice" Mon
~ ME crowded her small green
hat. the one Miss Anstice had in
sisted on buying for her in that
Bond street place, over her bronze
curls. She looked we'll, she told
herself critically. Quite the young
WOman-about-LondOn.
A year ago. if any one had told her
single one of these airy-tale
happenings were to take place
she'd have laughed at him. Well,
here she was thousands of miles
away from home, going to smart
places, eating rich food, being feted
Yes, fetedl
Hadn't Arthur Mackenzie given a
dinner party for her the night be-
fore at the Ritz? Wasn't he taking
her this very evening to dine and
dance at one Of the new night
places-the Club Cavendish, or
something like that?
Monnie liked Arthur Mackenzie
now-wasn't afraid Of him any
more. Maybe his dark eyes had
lost that predatory look which at
first had frightened her. He played
big brother for her these days. Oh,
she knew he was spoiled-she could
see that but it didn't matter. He
was inclined to pout, quite like a
big baby, at the first hint Of not get
ting his own way.
Women have spoiled me.
Monica" he had told her, half
laughing the night before as they
danced. you're the first one who
ever kept me from having my own
way in all things"
That was funny, Monnie thought
funny that she, a small town
girl, should be the one to humble
this king Of finance.
What he had been speaking about
in particular was her stubbornnesS
in standing out against him when
he'd wanted TO buy her that fur
wrap the morning before.
He had come upon her and Miss
Anstice, trailing along Bond street
looking in this window and that,
and had insisted en- accompanying
them upon the foray tc buy the hat.
The mannequln in the fur wrap
had strolled past them at Mac
kenzies bidding Monica h d
crowed softly at sight of the wrap
"a deep, soft fur, cuddling the
thin cheeks of the blond English
girl who wore it.
Splendid for foggy weather, eh?"
Mackenzie had asked with a twin
kle.
oh, excellent for that, sir" the
salesWoman had chirped, and the
mannequin had given Monnie an
envious sidelong glance.
TRY it on, Monica" the man had
urged under Miss Anstjce'S clear,
critical gaze.
Nonsense" She had been very
sturdy about it. mo use making
myself unhappy. I should be re-
Numbering always how it felt"
He had smiled again at that. But
I'd like you to have it. Little re-
membrance of this trip"
Monica had not needed to look
at Miss Anstice to know that the
prim little lips were pressed together
even more primly Her own con-
science had risen in protest.
Sorry. I couldn't possibly"
She had thought with a flash of
amazement that the glance the
mannequin gave her held something
like contempt.
A FTERWARD, Miss Anstice had
IA been downright strange about
it. She had said in a dimly re-
gretful tone, What a pity you
couldn't have accepted it from him,
Monnie."
AT the girls exclamation of sur
prise she had fastened to add,
Naturally I know you couldn't!
But, after all, he's so nice, takes
such an interest-and you would
have looked so lovely in that. Quite
dazzled Belvedere."
Monnie gave the older woman a
hug. Miss Corey, I'm surprised at
you!"
Il know I'm surprised at myself
But 1 guess I've got my values bit
mixed on this trip. I'm getting soft
with so much luxury"