"Well," cried a familiar voice behind them. "What would a certain
blonde young lady accept as a birthday present from her family
lawyer?"
All three turned in surprise.
"Oh, Mr. Bennett," cried Elaine. "How you startled us!"
He laughed and repeated his question, adopting the tone that he
had once used in the days when he had been more in favor with the
pretty heiress, before the advent of Kennedy.
Elaine hesitated. She was thinking not so much of his words as of
Kennedy. To them all, however, it seemed that she was unable to
make up her mind what, in the wealth of her luxury, she would
like.
Susie Martin had been wondering whether, now that Bennett was
here, she were not de trop, and she looked at her wrist watch
mechanically. As she did so, an idea occurred to her.
"Why not one of these?" she cried impulsively, indicating the
watch. "Father has some beauties at the shop."
"Oh, good," exclaimed Elaine, "how sweet!"
She welcomed the suggestion, for she had been thinking that
perhaps Bennett might be hinting too seriously at a solitaire.
"So that strikes your fancy?" he asked. "Then let's all go to the
shop. Miss Martin will personally conduct the tour, and we shall
have our pick of the finest stock."
A moment later the three young people went out and were quickly
whirled off down the Avenue in the Dodge town car.
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