guessed the lucky number. It was long afterward, even here in New York, that I discovered he had made the necessary deposit for me. He seemed at the time I won to be much more pleased than I, saying he "loved to see girls win things." Inasmuch as I had about $5 left you may be sure the $60 lucky cash came in handy!
Mr. Harding's generosity had made of me a far more extravagant girl than might have been the case had he not made me feel that I needn't be so saving. I remember one time when I went to the White House, he said to me, "Nan, darling, do you know how much I have sent you since such-and-such a date?" He added, "Not that I am complaining, dearie; I want you to have everything you want within reason, so long as there is no comment."
Another time, when he was hugging me so tightly, sitting there on the dilapidated leather couch in the ante-room, I said, "Oh, sweetheart, you are tearing my blouse!" He did not loose his hold of me; simply answered in a voice I knew was smiling, as he sought my lips, "Well, if I tear it, I'll buy you another one!"
This reminds me of an incident in our first sweetheart days of 1917. It was early fall. We were taxi driving, and were crossing the viaduct at 125th Street and Riverside Drive. I knew I would need a winter coat; in fact, at the Carter's the winter before I had had no winter coat; I had worn the heavy suit the friends in Chicago had bought me and a rather heavy raincoat over it, and very often Miss Carter's fur piece and muff. I now needed a winter coat badly.
"Sweetheart," I said, "if I can save $20 toward a new winter coat, will you give me $10?" How can I forget how he looked at me! Or his answer, "Say, you darling, if you save $10 I'll give you $20!" And, as a matter of fact, he sent me $50, out of which I bought a coat for $38.
