"
"Probably," she assented, coldly. "I suppose we'll be in town for the
Winters, won't we, and only live here in the Summer?"
"I don't know, dear; we'll see. I've got to go to see my manager very
soon, and Dad asked me to find out what you wanted for a wedding
present. I'm to help him select it."
"Can I have anything I choose?" she queried, keenly interested now.
"Anything within reason," he smiled. "I'm sorry we're not millionaires."
"Could I have an automobile?"
"Perhaps. What kind?"
"A big red touring car, with room for four or five people in it?"
"I'll tell him. It would be rather nice to have one, wouldn't it?"
"Indeed it would," she cried, clapping her hands. "Oh, Allison, do
persuade him to get it, won't you?"
"I won't have to, if he can. I've never had to persuade my father into
anything he could do for me."
When he went home, Isabel kissed him, of her own accord, for the first
time. It was a cold little kiss, accompanied with a whispered plea for
the red automobile, but it set his heart to thumping wildly, and made
him forget the disdained turquoise, that lay at the bottom of the lily-
pool.
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