"You must take it for a tiny little present—please, please, Christabel!"
She wouldn't hear of that. It was nonsense, when Laura was so poor, though of course Christabel had always been kind to her. She had worn it one evening, crying: "See! I've walked through the Milky Way! I've gotten stars all over my skirt!" And everyone had admired her in it. But somehow there had been no opportunity to mention Laura's shop without simply dragging it in. And though she meant to pay for it, Laura never sent a bill, and she had too much on her mind to be expected to remember. She was sick of the wretched gown and everything to do with it, for really, Laura and Laura's things were just a little bit too queer and arty to be taken seriously.
Ellen Beach looked in for the seating plan of the table, and Christabel bundled the gown into her arms.
"A little present. Wear it tonight."
"Oh Christabel! Oh, thank you! It's divine. Oh, but you're too good to me!"
