It was Ella.
"Where in the world have you been, child? I was worried
about you. I thought you were lost in the streets of New
York."
"I took a 'bus ride," Fanny explained.
"See anything of New York?"
"I saw all of it," replied Fanny. Ella laughed at that, but
Fanny's face was serious.
"How did you make out at Horn & Udell's? Never mind, I'm
coming in for a minute; can I?"
"Please do. I need you."
A moment later Ella bounced in, fresh as to blouse, pink as
to cheeks, her whole appearance a testimony to the
revivifying effects of a warm bath, a brief nap, clean
clothes.
"Dear child, you look tired. I'm not going to stay. You
get dressed and I'll meet you for dinner. Or do you want
yours up here?"
"Oh, no!"
"'Phone me when you're dressed. But tell me, isn't it a
wonder, this town? I'll never forget my first trip here. I
spent one whole evening standing in front of the mirror
trying to make those little spit-curls the women were
wearing then. I'd seen 'em on Fifth avenue, and it seemed
I'd die if I couldn't have 'em, too.
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