"
"You shall have the gold ring some day, and it won't have stones in
it--and it will be a wedding ring."
"Oh--"
"And when yon wear it I shall call you--Friend Wife--"
CHAPTER XIII
ARE MEN MADE ONLY FOR THIS?
In the afternoon the lovers made a triumphant pilgrimage to the place
where they had first met. All the toys in the little shop stared at
them--the clowns and the dancers in pink and yellow and the bisque
babies and the glassy-eyed dogs and cats.
The white elephant was again in the window. "He seemed so lonely,"
Emily explained, "and with Christmas coming I couldn't feel comfortable
to think of him away from it all."
Jean showed Derry her midnight camels. "I am going to do peacocks
next," she told him. "I am so proud."
He bought all of the camels and a lot of other things. "We'll take
them to Margaret Morgan's kiddies tomorrow; I want you to meet her."
Miss Emily found her lavish customer interesting, but demoralizing.
"Run away with him, Jean," she said. "I am not used to Croesuses. He
won't leave anything to sell, and then what shall I say to the people
who want to buy?"
"Shut up your shop and go to tea with us at Chevy Chase," Derry
suggested.
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