Beth's Wonder-Winter by Marion Ames Taggart

Beth and her aunt came home a little before three. Luncheon in a hotel / restaurant, Pompeian red and bronze in coloring, with flowers on every / table and ladies at every table, also, whom one could hardly tell from / the flowers, and an orchestra playing such music as Beth had never / heard, completed the bewilderment of the morning. The little girl / returned to her uncle's house like a small blossom overfull of honey; / she had seen so many splendors that she could take in no more.

Mrs. Hodgman followed Mrs. Cortlandt to her sitting-room where Beth had / also been taken.