There were orchids in the flower-holder, and the footman, light rug over his arm, stood rigidly waiting at the door. "What a tone you and your outfit do give my little street," Audrey said, as they started. "We have more milk-wagons than limousines, you know." "I don't see how you can bear it." Audrey smiled. "It's really rather nice," she said. "For one thing, I haven't any bills.
Our first natural flower-holder is a great success. The diameter of the four uprights was not quite a foot, all told, and these were sawn of unequal lengths of four, six, seven, and nine inches, care being taken not to "haggle," as Larry calls it, the clean white bark in the process.
Get in, dear, this is ours," she said, walking up to the limousine which Sally had described with such enthusiasm, and which now stood waiting for her, its door held open by a French chauffeur, who was smiling with true Gallic appreciation of his mistress's "affaire de coeur," "and here," she added, after they were comfortably seated inside, taking a gardenia from the flower-holder, "is a posy I've got for you."