tended to, you've got to come looking as if you knew what
the best is. I'm getting ready to make a good first
impression on the dressmakers and milliners in Paris."

"Oh, you'll have the money, and that'll make 'em step round."

"Don't you believe it," replied she. "All the money in the
world won't get you _fashionable_ clothes at the most
fashionable place. It'll only get you _costly_ clothes."

"Maybe that's so for women's things. It isn't for men's."

"I'm not sure of that. When we get to Paris, we'll see. But
certainly it's true for women. If I went to the places in the
rue de la Paix dressed as I am now, it'd take several years to
convince them that I knew what I wanted and wouldn't be
satisfied with anything but the latest and best. So I'm
having these miserable dressmakers fit those dresses on me
until they're absolutely perfect. It's wearing me out, but
I'll be glad I did it."

Palmer had profound respect for her as a woman who knew what
she was about. So he settled himself patiently and passed
the time investigating the famous Neapolitan political machine
with the aid of an interpreter guide whom he hired by the day.
He was enthusiastic over the dresses and the hats when Susan
at last had them at the hotel and showed herself to him in
them. They certainly did work an amazing change in her. They
were the first real Paris models she had ever worn.

"Maybe it's because I never thought much about women's clothes
before," said Freddie, "but those things seem to be the best
ever. How they do show up your complexion and your figure!
And I hadn't any idea your hair was as grand as all that. I'm
a little afraid of you. We've got to get acquainted all over
again. These clothes of mine look pretty poor, don't they?
Yet I paid all kinds of money for 'em at the best place in
Fifth Avenue."

He examined her from all points of view, going round and round
her, getting her to walk up and down to give him the full
effect of her slender yet voluptuous figure in that
beautifully fitted coat and skirt. He felt that his dreams
were beginning to come true.

"We'll do the trick!" cried he. "Don't you think about money
when you're buying clothes. It's a joy to give up for clothes
for you. You make 'em look like something."

"Wait till I've shopped a few weeks in Paris," said Susan.

"Let's start tonight," cried he. "I'll telegraph to the Ritz
for rooms."

When she began to dress in her old clothes