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“You don’t mean to tell me that that girl who came with the Hollingsworths and can’t play at all, has first choice!” whispered Mrs. Norman.

“A case of fool’s luck, I guess,” replied Mrs. Danielson, “let’s see what she takes.”

“LOOK! She’s going to take that Tiffany glass vase when she might have had that diamond bracelet–probably thinks they are rhinestones!” burst out Elise Thayer.

“Prizes never go to the best players,” said Mrs. Cecil Jerome in disgust. “It is never really fair.”

Mrs. Cecil Jerome was conceded to be one of the “best players.”

After the prizes had been duly admired and the winners congratulated, the throng of exquisitely gowned women flocked about the little gilt tables in the dining-room, chatting eagerly and comparing scores.

Mrs. Christy flitted among her guests with a smile and cordial word for each, but to some favored few she devoted her especial attention. She stopped beside one group in the corner of the dining-room more than once.

“Your dining-room is so attractive, Mrs. Christy,” said Mrs. Norman, as her hostess sat down beside her for an instant.

“It is good of you to say so–you do things so exquisitely yourself that I’m quite afraid of YOU,” returned Mrs. Christy with disarming frankness.

She glanced at Miss Thayer, Mrs. Danielson and Mrs. Cecil Jerome, who were also at the table.

“You clever people,” she went on, “must be my guides, for New York is rather new to me–we have lived West so much. You are all such authorities on social matters that I shall have to depend on you for many things. You’ll help me, won’t you?”

What women could resist such delicate flattery?

The four smiled graciously.

“Tell me, Mrs. Danielson,” Mrs. Christy continued, “are you going to Newport this summer–or haven’t you decided?”

“Oh, we’ve decided! We’ve rented our house and we intend to spend the summer in Switzerland and the Tyrol,” answered Mrs. Danielson. “What are you going to do, Mrs. Christy?”

“Jack and I expect to take an automobile trip through England and Scotland–if he can get away,” returned Mrs. Christy, “and by the way, what do you all do with your houses through the summer months? That is bothering me now! Do you leave your servants in them all summer?”

“Oh, no,” exclaimed Mrs. Danielson hastily, “we have had such frightful experiences doing that! One summer we had fine servants and we wanted to hold on to them so we kept them in the house all the time we were gone and we hadn’t been back any time at all before they left in a body! So pleasant to feel you’d only been giving a house-party for them!” she concluded sarcastically.

“Why my dear, our servants had a dance in our house!” put in Mrs. Norman.

“I always put a care-taker in ours,” said Miss Thayer.

“Don’t have a care-taker!” burst out Mrs. Cecil Jerome. “While our care-taker was living in the basement, burglars got through our scuttle and robbed all the upper part of the house!”

“You make a great mistake,” said Mrs. Danielson.

“Don’t you know about the Holmes Company? They have wired our house every year since that experience with our servants–why, it’s ten years now! It is the only way to leave your house during the summer.” I heard the other day, said a handsome woman joining the group, “that, that company had opened offices of their own all through the city this year and they will not hereafter connect houses with the District Telegraph offices, so you see their service is going to be a hundred per cent. better than it has ever been before.”

“You better wire your house, Mrs. Christy,” said Mrs. Danielson, “you’ll feel perfectly safe then. An awfully funny thing happened to me when ours was first done! Mr. Danielson neglected to have my signature on the coupon and I came up from Newport and couldn’t get into my own house! I was raging at the time, but when I thought it over afterward it convinced me how secure the protection is.”

“Was it really true that your care-taker took boarders in your house while you were in Europe a few years ago,” asked Mrs. Norman, turning to a newcomer who had joined them.

“Yes, we had it wired the minute we found it out. It put a stop to that sort of thing!” returned the woman emphatically.

“I never heard of such things!” gasped Mrs. Christy.

“I didn’t know they would dare!”

“Dare? They dare anything!” snapped a tall girl in green.

“Well, I shall have it wired the instant we go,” said Mrs. Christy conclusively. “I did not know there was any company who did that sort of thing. I am perfectly relieved to solve the problem!”

She went on into the drawing-room and the groups of guests at the tables gradually broke up and followed making their adieux.

The instant Mrs. Reginald Norman reached home she called Mrs. Danielson up on the telephone.

“What did you think of it, Ethel?” she asked eagerly.

“It was a lovely party! All in such good taste, didn’t you think so?” returned Ethel Danielson. “Mrs. Christy, too, made a much better appearance than I expected. She has a good deal of SAVOIR FAIRE already!”

“Yes, and she’ll gain more as time goes on,” replied Mrs. Norman. “How do you suppose she ever got the Schermerhorn’s and the De Witts there.”

“I can’t imagine and it doesn’t make much difference now, how she did it! I got my furs paid for which pleased me into the ground. Wouldn’t we have been idiots to stay away? We should never have forgiven ourselves for from now on, Mrs. Christy is unquestionably IN SOCIETY. She has ‘bridged it’ in more senses than one!”