A NEWPORT AQUARELLE
CHAPTER I.
"Who is that tall girl with Mrs. Fallow-Deer?"
"You have been in Newport twenty-four hours and don't know? Why, that is Gladys Carleton. You've heard of her, of course?"
"Can't say I have. A New York belle, I suppose, from her get-up?"
"Yes; her ambition is to be taken for an English girl, though, of course, you detected the spurious imitation of your countrywomen. At what point does the Anglo veneer fail to cover the American girl?"
"I should n't say she was veneered at all, but she's a typical New Yorker. I can't tell you exactly where the difference lies, but I
