And
don't forget to order mai-bowle. It tastes like
champagne, but isn't, and it has the most delicious dwarf
strawberries floating on top. This is just the season for
it. You're lucky. If you tip the waiter one mark he's
yours for life. Oh, and remember the plum compote.
You'll be disappointed in their Wertheim's that they're
always bragging about. After all, Field's makes 'em all
look like country stores."
"Wertheim's? Is that something to eat, too?"
"No, idiot. It's their big department store." Ella turned
to Heyl, for whom she felt mingled awe and liking. "If this
trip of hers is successful, the firm will probably send her
over three or four times a year. It's a wonderful chance
for a kid like her."
"Then I hope," said Heyl, quietly, "that this trip may be a
failure."
Ella smiled, uncertainly.
"Don't laugh," said Fanny, sharply. "He means it."
Ella, sensing an unpleasant something in which she had no
part, covered the situation with another rush of
conversation.
"You'll get the jolt of your life when you come to Paris and
find that you're expected to pay for the lunches, and all
the cab fares, and everything, of those shrimpy little
commissionaires.
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