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“Yes,” said Myra absently; “I’ve had that advice before.”

“Drifting into romance is easy when you’re eighteen,” continued Lilah emphatically; “but after five years of it your capacity for it simply burns out.”

“I’ve had such nice times,” sighed Myra, “and such sweet men. To tell you the truth I have decided to go after someone.”

“Who?”

“Knowleton Whitney. Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.”

“You really want him?”

“Yes—as much as I’ll ever want anyone. He’s smart as a whip, and shy—rather sweetly shy—and they say his family have the best-looking place in Westchester County.”

Lilah sipped the last of her tea and glanced at her wrist watch.

“I’ve got to tear, dear.”

They rose together and, sauntering out on Park Avenue, hailed taxi-cabs.

“I’m awfully glad, Myra; and I know you’ll be glad too.”

Myra skipped a little pool of water and, reaching her taxi, balanced on the running board like a ballet dancer.

“Bye, Lilah. See you soon.”

“Good-bye, Myra. Good luck!”


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