Mimi was the first one to pay. She dropped a quarter in Sue’s beret, then settled down to business.
“Let’s be careful and only rub it in the parts,” she cautioned, running a comb through Jill’s sleek hair.
They went about their work seriously. They parted and patted and massaged. As soon as they took the stopper out of the bottle and before they had well begun, Chloe and Sue grabbed their noses and ran out. Betsy weakened. She couldn’t stay out of anything that was causing such a stir.
“Next,” Mimi called, shooing Madge out and beckoning Betsy. She put her in the chair as a barber would and pinned a towel around her neck.
“Do a good job on me and then I’ll really fix you up.”
“O. K.”
The agreement was carried out. To hear Sue and Chloe and other roommates carry on, they were all “fixed up.” Sue passed judgment.
“You can’t sleep in Tumble Inn, stinking like that.”
“Aw, Sue. What will we do?”
“Take your mattress to the roof for all I care.”