you've plenty of money, dear?" and a half-suppressed grin from Renny. Eden was taken to the custom-house, and then the elder Whiteoak went about his own strange business among legginged, swearing hostlers, and moist smelling straw, and beautiful, satin-coated creatures who bit their mangers and stamped in excess of boredom.
Alayne bought a bright French scarf to send to Rosamund Trent, "just to show her that we have some pretty things up here," two new shirts for Eden,—a surprise,—a box of sweets for Gran, another, richer, larger one for the family, a brilliant smock that she could not resist for Pheasant, and some stout woollen stockings for herself.
She found Eden and Renny waiting for her in the lobby of an upstairs tea-room. They chose a table near the crackling fire. In a corner on the floor Eden heaped Alayne's purchases on top of the package of books. There were quite eight books in the packet, he informed her, and he had had the devil's own time getting them out of the customs. They had been mislaid and it had taken six clerks to find them. Alayne's eyes gloated over them as they lay there. While they waited for their order, she told what she had bought and for whom—except the shirts, which were to be a surprise.
"And nothing for me?" pleaded Eden, trying to take her foot between his thick-soled boots.
"Wait and see." She sent a warm bright look toward him, trying to avoid Renny's dark gaze.
"Nor me?" he asked.
"Ha," said Eden, "there's nothing for you." And he pressed Alayne's foot.
"My God," he continued, as the waitress appeared with the tray, "the man has ordered poached eggs! Why didn't I?"
He looked enviously for a moment on the two harvest
