Something she had temporarily lost there in the busy
atmosphere of the Haynes-Cooper plant, seemed to have
returned, miraculously.
New York, on her return, was something of a shock. She
remembered how vividly fresh it had looked to her on the day
of that first visit, months before. Now, to eyes fresh from
the crisp immaculateness of Paris and Berlin, Fifth avenue
looked almost grimy, and certainly shabby in spots.
Ella Monahan, cheerful, congratulatory, beaming, met her at
the pier, and Fanny was startled at her own sensation of
happiness as she saw that pink, good-natured face looking up
at her from the crowd below. The month that had gone
by since last she saw Ella standing just so, seemed to slip
away and fade into nothingness.
"I waited over a day," said Ella, "just to see you. My, you
look grand! I know where you got that hat. Galeries
Lafayette. How much?"
"I don't expect you to believe it. Thirty-five francs.
Seven dollars. I couldn't get it for twenty-five here."
They were soon clear of the customs.
Pages:
387
388
389
390
391
392
393
394
395
396
397
398
399
400
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411