these who happened to be especially deft, or cheap, or modish.

“I’ve found a little tailor over on Fifty-fifth. I don’t want you to tell any one else about him. He’s wonderful. He’s making me a suit that looks exactly like the model Hexter’s got this year and guess what he’s charging!” The guess was, of course, always a triumph for the discoverer of the little tailor.

The great lake dimpled or roared not twenty feet away. The park offered shade and quiet. The broad veranda invited one with its ample armchairs. You would have thought that peace and comfort had come at last to this shrewd, knowledgeous, hard-worked woman of sixty. She was handsomer than she had been at twenty or thirty. The white powdering her black hair softened her face,