Pages pere made answer.

"Ah, yes, it is necessary. There are many English in
Argentina."

A sigh--a fluttering, tremulous sigh of perfect peace and
happiness--welled up from Emma McChesney's heart and escaped
through her smiling lips.

By noon, Senorita Pages had tried on the fascinating coat and
secured the address of its builder. By afternoon, Emma McChesney
was showing the newest embroidery stitch to the slow but docile
Senora Pages. Next morning she was playing shuffleboard with the
elegant, indolent Pepe, and talking North American football and
baseball to him. She had not been Jock McChesney's mother all
those years for nothing. She could discuss sports with the best
of them. Young Pages was avidly interested. Outdoor sports had
become the recent fashion among the rich young Argentines.

The problem of papa Pages was not so easy. Emma McChesney
approached her subject warily, skirting the bypaths of politics,
war, climate, customs--to business. Business!

"But a lady as charming as you can understand nothing of
business," said Senor Pages. "Business is for your militant
sisters."

"But we American women do understand business. Many--many
charming American women are in business."