expensive things to show how much she wanted to please them.
Stopping before a shop window, she remembered that David had told her his mother had liked that colorful dress which Fidelia, herself, had selected, so she picked out a gay, green parasol to go with it. She gazed in a silversmith's window upon shining vases, platters, teapots and table-ware which tempted her; but she passed on to a florist's. Flowers never gave offense, she considered, so she purchased a huge box of roses which the florist promised to pack so as to endure a four-hour railroad journey and to deliver at the hotel just before her time of leaving. Fidelia hesitated at the door of a shop showing laces and scarfs and stockings but she went on to a confectioner's where she bought five pounds of the most expensive chocolates and had them sent in an extravagant basket, lined with satin, and to be used, when emptied, for a lady's sewing.
Fidelia succeeded in spending almost sixty dollars for these and she was glad of it. She had forty more to spend upon a gift for David's father and she went out again to the sunlight of the warm, summer morning and wandered along the boulevard looking for something which would prove she wished to please him.
Nearly every one who passed—and particularly the men—gazed at her; and Fidelia got to thinking about them. Here on the boulevard where faced the clubs and the fashionable shops, no man gave in his glance anything but approval of Fidelia Herrick. No man
