months ago. After all, the storeâs advertising was so-called institutional advertisingâjust advertising the storeâs presence, never any specific merchandiseâand it was always the same, just a way of saying rather grandly to the public, âWeâre here.â Mostly, her father had explained to her, her job would consist of ordering the ad space, making sure the store got the column inches it ordered, keeping the scrapbooks, and periodically being taken to lunch by space salesmen.
Still, right from the beginning, Miranda had tried to make the job into something more than that. She had designed a new, and snappier, company letterhead and bill head. âOur bills and letters look as though they were being sent out by a Wall Street law firm,â she said to her father, showing him her new designs.
âThatâs what I like about them,â he said with a smile.
Next, she had suggested colorful bill stuffers. The store had just opened a tiny new gift boutique with one-of-a-kind treasures, bibelots, and boxes, including a pair of rare Romanov Easter eggs designed by the court jeweler, Peter Carl Fabergé. Miranda proposed announcing the new boutique with a bill stuffer showing a color photograph of the eggs.
âBill stuffers are just that,â her father said. âJust stuff. Theyâre an annoyance. They go straight into the wastebasket, like the renewal slips that keep falling out of the pages of magazines. My kind of woman wouldnât like them.â
Her next campaign had been to have Tarkingtonâs produce a catalogue.
âCatalogues are not our style,â her father said.
âSaks does lovely catalogues. So does Bloomingdaleâs. So doââ
âMy kind of woman would give a catalogue to her cook, whoâd use it to wrap yesterdayâs fish. A catalogue would cheapen us, Miranda.â
âBut more and more people are shopping from catalogues. There was an article in yesterdayâs Times ââ
âAnd where is yesterdayâs Times ? Being used to wrap yesterdayâs fish. There are too many catalogues coming in the mail nowadays. People just toss them out. People come from all over the world to experience our store . Our store provides the Tarkingtonâs experience. The Tarkingtonâs experience cannot be conveyed through a catalogue, Miranda.â
âGucci has a catalogue, Tiffany has catalogues. So does Cartier. Of course ours would be the most beautifââ
âDoes Harry Winston have a catalogue?â he asked her.
âNo,â she admitted.
âYou see? I am in the Harry Winston league.â
Try as she might, she had been unable to rock the boat or to change what had become âthe Tarkingtonâs way of doing things.â
Under the mantle of Advertising came Publicity, but since the store eschewed most publicity and closely guarded the names of its celebrity clients, that side of her job hadnât yet amounted to much either. Frustrated, Miranda had often thought that any lackey could do what she did. She didnât even require a secretary. But she had decided to take her job seriously, nonetheless, to be patient and wait for the day when her father might take one of her ideas seriously and take her seriouslyâand pay her more than $30,000 a year.
âRetailingâs a manâs business,â her father often said to her. âWomen just donât take to itâexcept as buyers and salesgirls.â
Which was a damned lie, and she could have told him so, but she didnât. What about Dorothy Shaver of Lord & Taylor, Geraldine Stutz of Bendelâs, and Jo Hughes of Bonwitâs and Bergdorfâs? Those were all legendary womenâlegends in their dayâjust as legendary as Silas Tarkington, for Godâs sake! Those legendary women were all dead now, or retired, and so wasnât the business ready for some new, young, talented female blood? But she had