"
Fanny leaned forward suddenly. "Tell the man to stop. I
want to get out."
Fenger and Ella stared. "What for?" But Fenger obeyed.
"I want to get something at this stationer's shop." She had
jumped down almost before the motor had stopped at the curb.
"But let me get it."
"No. You can't. Wait here." She disappeared within the
shop. She was back in five minutes, a flat, loosely wrapped
square under her arm. "Cardboard," she explained briefly,
in answer to their questions.
Fenger, about to leave them at their hotel, presented his
plans for the evening. Fanny, looking up at him, her head
full of other plans, thought he looked and sounded very much
like Big Business. And, for the moment at least, Fanny
Brandeis loathed Big Business, and all that it stood for.
"It's almost seven," Fenger was saying. "We'll be
rubes in New York, this evening. You girls will just
have time to freshen up a bit--I suppose you want to--and
then we'll have dinner, and go to the theater, and to supper
afterward. What do you want to see?"
Ella looked at Fanny.
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