CHAPTER XIIIHilary’s Christmas present from Craig and Dora, when Christmas came a week later, was a great box that contained, as she knew the moment she saw it, an exquisite great soft wrap of fragrant, silky fur. Dora danced about her ecstatically as Hilary, almost in tears, slipped it on. Craig gave his wife a string of pearls—the beautiful milky globes themselves had been his mother’s, but they were newly set, in fact two old strings had been blended into one, for Dora. Hilary gave both Dora and Craig the little things that she had a sort of genius for finding: bridge-pads stamped with their names, an address-book in which all the necessary addresses had been written in her charming hand; a little ship blown into a bottle for the little yacht that Craig and three other men owned and sha
