lady remarking to her sister that she hoped she had brought down all the
things. "Well, I had a fiendish hunt for them--we've got so many,"
Francie replied with a strange want of articulation. "There were a few
dozens of the pocket-handkerchiefs I couldn't find; but I guess I've got
most of them and most of the gloves."

"Well, what are you carting them about for?" George Flack enquired,
taking the parcel from her. "You had better let me handle them. Do you
buy pocket-handkerchiefs by the hundred?"

"Well, it only makes fifty apiece," Francie yieldingly smiled. "They
ain't really nice--we're going to change them."

"Oh I won't be mixed up with that--you can't work that game on these
Frenchmen!" the young man stated.

"Oh with Francie they'll take anything back," Delia Dosson declared.
"They just love her, all over."

"Well, they're like me then," said Mr. Flack with friendly cheer. "I'LL
take her back if she'll come."

"Well, I don't think I'm ready quite yet," the girl replied. "But I hope
very much we shall cross with you again."

"Talk about crossing--it's on these boulevards we want a life-
preserver!" Delia loudly commented. They had passed out of the hotel and
the wide vista of the Rue de la Paix stretched up and down. There were
many vehicles.