For I
remember that in my exhiliration I called up Jane Raleigh the moment she
got home. She came over, and I showed her the book.
"Bab!" she said. "A thousand dollars! Why, it is wealth."
"It's not princly," I observed. "But it will do, Jane."
We then went out and took a walk, and I treated her to a Facial Masage,
having one myself at the same time, having never been able to aford it
before.
"It's Heavenley, Bab," Jane observed to me, through a hot towle. "If I
were you I should have one daily. Because after all, what are features
if the skin is poor?"
We also had manacures, and as the young person was very nice, I gave her
a dollar. As I remarked to Jane, it had taken all the lines out of my
face, due to the Spring Term and examinations. And as I put on my hat,
I could see that it had done somthing else. For the first time my face
showed Character. I looked mature, if not, indeed, even more.
I paid by a Check, although they did not care about taking it, prefering
cash. But on calling up the Bank accepted it, and also another check for
cold cream, and a fancy comb.
I had, as I have stated, just returned from my Institution of Learning,
and now, as Jane and I proceded to a tea place I had often viewed with
hungry eyes but no money to spend, it being expencive, I suddenly said:
"Jane, do you ever think how ungrateful we are to those who cherish us
through the school year and who, although stern at times, are realy our
Best Friends?"
"Cherish us!" said Jane.
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