puffing excitedly upon her cigarette, she watched each garment as it came from the trunk, and a glance at her face was sufficient to tell Nan whether or not it met with her approval.
As a matter of fact Mrs. Gallagher, who was both fond and inordinately proud of Nan, had boasted extensively of the splendor of Nan's wardrobe though it must be admitted she never had seen it.
She eyed a simple white frock with conspicuous coldness, but her eyes sparkled at a clinging lemon-colored gown with striking dashes of black velvet, while her delight approached rapture when Nan unearthed a pair of red slippers and stockings.
"But red and yellow!" protested Nan.
"0h, very beautiful!" declared Mrs. Gallagher, and it was at her earnest solicitation that Nan wore coral beads and a large purple velvet bow in her hair. With these additional touches Mrs. Gallagher rocked to and fro in ecstasy.
"Your approval is most gratifying," laughed Nan. "It makes it worth the effort,"
