Keep on putting it in. There will always be plenty in that case. I never lose and I never break the bank. Sometimes, I think I own the bank.
I draw my winnings.
Clever Fannie! Where will you and Mr. Cohen live?
Cadenabbia: Lago di Como.
You always go there.
I'm always happy there. I even enjoyed my honeymoon there with your father.
My angel!
They embraced again. Mrs. Blake rose, gathered her sable mantle about her figure, smoothed out her muff, and stooped to pick up her ebony cane, with a head sparkling with emeralds, which had fallen to the floor.
It's wonderful to have such a mother! Campaspe cried. It gives me courage! I hope I can do it too!
Do what, 'paspe?
Learn to be as beautiful as you.
It was noon when Fannie departed. Campaspe rose and, after her bath, arrayed herself carefully in a neglige of lilac velvet, filmy with a rich Spanish gold lace. She glanced over the envelopes on a tray, but was not tempted to open one. Presently Frederika brought in a great box, bursting with calla lilies and tube-roses with a card from Paul.
