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sallies. Boots had never felt so gay, so witty and assured. She
 gave him brief sketches of some of the people at the store. She was
 repaid by the deep chuckle with
 which they were received.
 'T don't believe a word of it,"
 he raid indolent1y when she had
 finished an imitation of MT Bab-
 cock, the floor manager. and his
 famous monclogue about Lacy
 Service"
 "oh, assure you!' Boots began,
 protestingly delightedly.
 The other lunchers had drifted away. They were quite alone now ip the big clean room with the square tables. Walters drifted to and fro with trays of shining. empty glasses and someone turned on q radio in an inner room. A nasal tenor walled the refrain:
 You have ta-aken my heart. :"
 Suddenly all the bright scene re- volved kaleidoscopically for the | girl. She was dizzy; her palms were wet with the revelation of the moment. There was some magic in the air, something had sprung up between her and this lean, long | legged young man with the narrow dark eyes and the reluctantly won smile.
 Boots Barbara ." he leaned toward her, his brown hand capturing her small white one. Do you know you're most awfully prety to-day"
 The mists cleared away, the | landscape righted itself, and only her heart, pounding, pounding under the thin organdie of her blouse, testified to the giddiness of the moment.
 "Really?"
 l Really"
 This was nonsense. she remind ed herself swiftly and sternly. She | was Russ Lund's widow and Denis was in love with Kay Chillingford. He wasn't the least interested in her. That speech he had last l uttered was the merest pleasantly. | the idlest compliment. Confused, she gathered up her l purse and gloves.
 We've really ought to be get | ting back" she protested, looking vaguely about her.
 Denis followed. Oh, come, he argued, how about swimming? How about going on down to East hampton? The Cranes, his cousins. had been asking him to drop in for ages. They had bathhouses sim- ply running over with extra bath ing suits
 1T don't know" Boots told him, wavering. The prospect was entic- ing. The rest of this golden breezy afternoon with this man as against long, lonely evening in her room Wisdom counseled flight but she was young and inclination won. She might as we'll enjoy all this car sped along the shaded, dipping light. Tomorrow she would be back among the chintzes, neat in her thin black with the white collar, but tired, jaded under her new sum- burn. She might as well have this | day to remember The Cranes, a long-legged set of youngsters with blazing blue eyes and lantern jaws, variously intro l duced as Jimmy, Kits and Leo flung themselves upon Denis with en- thusiasm.
 You brought a girl! Swell" said Leo, surveying Boots with in- terest. Jimmy and Kits, the twins, announced that mother was at the Hayfields garden party. Nobody | knew why or how she'd got there but somebody must call for her at seven. Meantime would Boots have a cocktail? Would somebody get her bathing suit?
 She dressed in big, airy cabara at the waters very edge. The heady tam of salt air was in her nostrils. No cocktail would have affected her like this. It was like
 Shyly she came out into the daz- zling light. The others were var iously disposed. Kits was lying on a canvas cot under striped red and white umbrella. Leo was agi- tating a mammoth silver shaker. Denis, already in bathing kit, sat tailor-fashion on a rug at the edge of Kits cot, conversing with his cousin in low tones. As Boots ap- peared he jumped to his feet. ! T say!" Leo shouted. Doesn't