Chapter 5

As her aunt so often reminded her, it was not as if she _had money_. No; she was probably anything but sensible. She looked about the furnished one-room-and-bath apartment and was pleased with it, because she felt that possession of an apartment on Ninth Street off Fifth Avenue should be sufficient proof to Alan or anyone that she was at last completely adult. She wished there had been time to furnish it properly before his arrival. But it didn’t matter, really; they could sit on the window seat and look out, inste…