The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-07-16
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CHAPTER EIGHT

JOS sleep had been woven with
- scraps of dream pictures in which
she had witnessed herself buying
clothes at Lytsen's-although the
dreams had been spoiled little by
that queer realization which some
times comes to the sleeper, the
recognition that it's only a dream.
But when she walked briskly across
town and into the wide. blue-mar-
bled entrance of Lytsen's there was
nothing to spoil the daytime picture.
She was little bewildered at the
start. All the way to the huge store
she had been trying to plan what
she would buy, and in what order.
Too late she realized that in the
quiet of her apartment she should
have made some sort of shopping
list. But in the end she convinced
herself that, after all, it would be
twice as much fun to shop without
the list.
III start off with bathing suit
she told herself. That's easy to
buy-and then perhaps I'll get in
the mood of taking full advantage
of Mr. Marsh's generosity"
How much should she spend?
That question worried her a little,
although she knew perfectly well
that it would have to be a goodly
sum indeed to stagger the prodigal
Douglas Marsh. With her natural
training in economy she could prob
ably buy all she would need for what
Marsh would consider a very mod
crate amount of money. Still-they
were aWfully expensive at Lytsen's.
Nevertheless" 10 assured herself
as she walked into the busy store,
this is the place he chosel"
She went at once to the beach
wear department to look at the
bathing suits, and almost imme-
diately her eye was attracted by a
stunningly beautiful suit in white.
It's very daring" the salesgirl
said. They won't allow them at all
beaches. But with your figure and
your blond hair you'd be dream in
white"
10 took it. She couldn't resist it
and then she remembered Douglas
MarSh's mother.
''Maybe-maybe 1 ought to have
another suit. One a little more con-
sentative" she confessed to the
clerk.
TOR the swim suit that was to be
i "a little more conservative, she |
picked a dark blue. And now" said |
the salesgirl, you will want beach |
robe. What about something in blue
that will go with either of the suits?
And of course, some smart sandals"
When 10 had quite finished in the
beach wear experimentation add
ing, also, a beach pajama outfit-the
salesgirl asked, Did you wish to
charge this?"
The question startled 10 for
but finally she managed
to say, Yes, please. To Crest Lake,
The girls eyes seemed uncertain.
rs that a new account?"
Yes, 1 believe it was opened just
this morning" 10 gave the address,
that the purchases be
sent direct to Crest Lake Inn.
And between the time 10 Darien
left the beach wear department and
sought the elevators, a curious thing
happened.
The salesgirl, just a bit dubious,
had telephoned the credit depart |
ment, and the credit department !
assured her that there was certainly
an account opened under the name |
of Crest Lake, Incorporated.
Thereafter, the word spread like |
wild-fire through the store. The |
young woman for whom Douglas |
Marsh had opened an account was
in LytSen's! Floor walkers straight |
ened and peered about with more
interest than usual Salesgirls eyed
every likely young woman who
walked into their particular depart
mentS.
10 was unfamiliar with the store,
and she did not ask her way about
so it was some few minutes before
she stood in front of the battery of
silvered elevator doors. Just as she