The entrance of Emily, strictly tailored and practical, gave them pause.

"You remember Mr. Drake, don't you, Emily?"

Emily did, of course. But she had not expected to see him here. She
held out her hand. "I remember that he was coming back for more of
your Lovely Dreams."

"I want all of her dreams," said Derry, and something in the way that
he said it took Miss Emily's breath away. "Please don't sell them to
anyone else. You have a wholesale order from me."

Miss Emily looked from one to the other. She was conscious of
something which touched the stars--something which all her life she had
missed, something which belongs to youth and ecstasy.

"Wholesale orders are not in my line," she said. "You can settle that
with Jean."

She surveyed the tea-wagon. "I'm starved. And if I eat I shall spoil
my dinner."

"I can ring for hot water, Emily, and there are more of the pound
cakes."

"My dear, no. I must go upstairs and dress. Your father sent for my
bag, and Julia says it is in my room."

She bade Derry a cheerful good-bye, and left them alone.