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 salad sandwiches and chocolate with whipped cream, in the popular restaurant of Kimbell's very popular department store, one has cause to look cheerful. And Claire's expression was anything but cheerful. She had removed neither veil nor gloves, but, with her hands folded in her lap, she sat staring through the window which overlooked one of New York's busiest corners.

"My dear, what has happened?"

Claire transferred her gaze from the roof-tops to the pattern in the tablecloth which she outlined mechanically with a finger-tip.

"I—I've—broken with Jimmy, and—and—he went back to Kansas City last night."

"Oh, you poor lamb! Whatever went wrong between you two? Why, you were just made for each other."

"That's what Jimmy said," murmured the girl in a choking voice.

The great restaurant, with its chattering shoppers, faded away. They two seemed quite alone. Mrs. Larry reached out a warm impulsive hand and gripped Claire's fingers, cold even through her heavy gloves.