CHAPTER XXIXShe and Butterfly and Mrs. Spaulding drove home together at six o’clock. The frightful crowding and pushing and general excitement of the bazaar had wearied them all; but in Hilary’s case it was a delicious weariness, a weariness that looked forward to an hour on the couch before the fire, with a book and with dreams. Dora, on the other hand, seemed restless and discontented.
“I think it’s horrible,” commented Dora, “all those women rushing and coasting about, and nobody managing anything, and people grabbing money and screaming and asking questions. Walt lost a perfectly stunning overcoat; he said the girl at the coat-room told him that she had only been there a few minutes, she didn’t know who had had it when he checked the coat. Poor Walt went through hundreds of them piled
