Five short stories dealing with the escapades of society women in America and England.
II THE FAMILY FRIEND
III CLARA'S LITTLE ESCAPADE
IV THE BORROWED HOUSE
V SAUCE FOR THE GANDER
nough for me, with Day out of town; but the rest of them never had any luck and they had to get that car.
"They're terribly nervous, all at once!" I said. "If that car goes without me, Ferd, I shall jump into the river!"
It was moonlight, but not very bright. I sat on the dock and Ferd fished for the gold bag. He brought up an empty bottle, two tin cans and an old shoe.
"Look here, Fan," he said finally, "I'll buy you a new bag. I'll do anything only let's get out of this."
"Try once more."
"I'll get neuralgia," he said. "I have to be awfully careful, Fanny. Ida has to watch me like a hawk."
"I should imagine so," I replied coldly.
"I mean about the neuralgia."
"Humph! Day never has anything the matter with him that's one thing. Try again, Ferd."
He stooped again, and this time he got it. He straightened up with it in his hand. The car was still on the bank and a boat was putting out from the shore. All seemed to be well.
"They'll bribe the