"Just this one hook, please. I simply can't manage it and Gerte—why——"
Catherine stopped and took Jean in from top to toe and back.
"Jean Herrick, are you going to wear your hair like that?"
"Why, what's the matter with it?"
"It's the way you talked to that labor crowd last Monday."
"Surely. I always do it that way."
"It's impossible with that gown. Nine-tenths of you looks like the real thing and the other tenth——"
"You've got it twisted. One-tenth looks like me and the other nine-tenths are somebody else. I feel—like an idiot—in this thing."
"You come darn near looking like it with your hair that way. Fluff it up some."
"Oh, come on, Catherine, and get hooked. I don't know how to fluff it and wouldn't if I did. What difference does it make, anyhow?"