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This would do one of two things , either stop their friendship off short , -- it would n't do that , she was happily confident , -- or commence things upon a new and more definite basis . But when Peter came back he dragged his little aunt all the way up to Mr. Brauer 's office especially to ask Miss Brown if she would dine with them informally that very evening . This was definite enough ! Susan accepted and planned a flying trip home for a fresh shirtwaist at five o'clock . But at five a troublesome bill delayed her , and Susan , resisting an impulse to shut it into a desk drawer and run away from it , settled down soberly to master it . She was conscious , as she shook hands with her hostess two hours later , of soiled cuffs , but old Mr. Baxter , hearing her apologies , brought her downstairs a beautifully embroidered Turkish robe , in dull pinks and blues , and Susan , feeling that virtue sometimes was rewarded , had the satisfaction of knowing that she looked like a pretty gipsy during the whole evening , and was immensely gratifying her old host as well . To Peter , it was just a quiet , happy evening at home , with the pianola and flashlight photographs , and a rarebit that would n't grow creamy in spite of his and Susan 's combined efforts .