The Eddy: A Novel of To-day

Illustrations by CH. WEBER DITZLER
G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
Copyright, 1910, By G. W. DILLINGHAM COMPANY
The Eddy

If only she were a boy!
Mrs. Treharne almost moaned the words.
She tugged nervously at her absurdly diaphanous boudoir jacket, vainly attempting to fasten it with fluttering, uncontrolled fingers; and she shuddered, though her dressing-room was over-warm.
Heloise, who was doing her hair, juggled and then dropped a flaming red coronet braid upon the rug. The maid, a thin-lipped young woman with a jutting jaw and an implacable eye, pantomimed her annoyance. Before picking up the braid she glued the backs of her hands to her smoothly-lathed hips. Mrs. Treharne, in the glass, could see Heloise's drab-filmed grey-blue eyes darting sparks.
I shall resume, croaked the maid in raucous French, when Madame is through writhing and wriggling and squirming.
Laura Stedham—she was relaxing luxuriously in the depths of a chair that fitted her almost as perfectly as her gown—smiled a bit wickedly.
Forgive me if I seem catty, Tony, said Laura in her assuaging contralto, but it is such a delight to find that there is some one else who is bullied by her maid. Mine positively tyrannizes over me.