have so much to prepare before going to a place where we are apt to
meet the very elite of society," cried Barbara.

"It will take fully two weeks to go through the girls' wardrobe,
Frederick, and see that everything is the last word," added Mrs.
Maynard, explanatory of her eldest daughter's dismay.

"Well, fix things up any way you say, but I'm off for the bank when you
begin talking dress," laughed Mr. Maynard.

"Now, Frederick, don't leave us like this! You know we will need money
to fit out the girls, and then you _must_ have some idea of when Anne
can expect them in Denver," hurriedly said Mrs. Maynard as her husband
crossed the room to leave.

"Daddy, I don't want another thing to wear; I've got so many things now
that it makes me tired to keep changing to suit the thousand and one
occasions," declared Eleanor, running after her father to kiss him
good-by.

"Nolla! I declare you will never grow up! Pray _walk_ like a lady when
you cross a room, won't you?" complained Barbara.

Eleanor smiled up at her father and he pinched her thin cheek as he
stooped to kiss her. Then, he waved his hand at the others and left the
room. Once outside the door and safely out of hearing he chuckled to
himself.

"Bob pictures a gay resort with troops of male admirers to play tennis
and dance away the hours with. She is thinking of dress to captivate