spend that much money in a few hours. She felt tall and haughty. She wished that she had remembered to wear gloves.
"I feel lost without my gloves," she said to Louise. "I'll have to get a pair. Let's go in here."
A young lady with a very white face and a very brown neck asked if Lillian wished something in chamoisette. A dollar ninety-eight. Best quality. Sells for three dollars, would you believe it, downtown.
"Have you something better?"
"Better? There's nothing better than a Stein and Goldfogel Chamoisette."
"I wanted kid."
"Oh, kid. Black? White?"
Lillian reflected. "White."
"Here. Four and a half, regular price. Take them for four dollars."
"That's too much," said Louise.
That was all Lillian needed to hear. "Why, that's reasonable, Louise. I'll take two pairs. And a pair for my friend here. What size do you wear, Lou?"
"Now, don't be silly. Why should you buy me gloves? Six and a quarter I wear. But, please, don't be like that, Lillian. I'll be mad at you."
The girls fitted on their new gloves in the taxicab.
"What will Hubert say when he hears how much money you've spent? And these gloves for me. I'll bet he'll be mad."
"He'd better not be."
Louise's glance was one of deepest admiration. If she
