she was dimly aware that terrible things lay in the past and that she
trusted to her forgetfulness as a shield to shelter not only herself
but me, and would not voluntarily recall what she had forgotten.

It was necessary to buy her an outfit of clothes, and this problem
worried me a good deal. I hardly knew the names of the things she
required.

I believe now that I had absurd ideas as to the quantity and
consistency of women's garments. I was afraid that she would not know
what to buy; but, as the morning wore away, I realized that her mental
faculties were not dimmed in the least.

She observed everything, clapped her hands joyously as a child at the
street sights and sounds, turned to wonder at the elevated and at the
high buildings. I ventured, therefore, upon the subject that was
perplexing me.

"Jacqueline," I said, "you know that you will require an outfit of
clothes before we start for your home. Not too many things, you know,"
I continued cautiously, "but just enough for a journey."

"Yes, Paul," she answered.

"How much money shall I give you, Jacqueline?"

"Fifty dollars?" she inquired.

I gave her a hundred, and took ridiculous delight in it.