"I have been lying awake thinking about you since nine o'clock, Carmelita, and I have concocted the most wonderful plan."
Lucy Hodge, clad in a cool morning gown, was sitting in a fancy wicker chair in Carmelita's dressing room while Carmelita enjoyed the luxury of having her hair done by the efficient Yvonne. It was nearly noon but it was Sunday and the Hodge household was just stirring into life. The warm sunlight was filling the room and Carmelita could turn to the right and look out where the placid blue waters of the Sound glistened invitingly.
"What is the marvelous plan, my Lucy?"
"Well, first, how much did you really win last night?"
"Five thousand dollars." There was a thrill merely in repeating it.
"My, you did have a streak of luck." Lucy seemed to be waiting for the maid to finish and leave.
Yvonne, with a final expert pat, completed her task and Carmelita, delighted with herself in the glass, beamed upon her image in sheer
