"That, too."
"And your German! And your books on literature and art!"
Taking in the entire room with a sweeping gesture of her hand, she continued:
"And all this—and your autos—and your yacht—and your box at the opera—and everything that money can buy—and just think only two years ago you were an underpaid telephone girl in a hotel!"
"Yes, it is wonderful, isn't it?" sighed Virginia.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the other. "It makes Laura Jean Libbey look like a piker."
"Fanny!" protested her sister.
"What's the matter?"
"Slang!" said Virginia reproachfully.
"Oh, I just have to blow off steam once in a while," replied Fanny carelessly. "And maybe I'm not in it, too. Two years ago I was working in our little millinery store. Enter the rich Mrs. Chuddington. She's fifty if she's a day, weighs a hundred and ninety and has a—a double chin. She sees a hat that would suit a girl just out of school and tries it on. I look at her and say: 'Oh, Mrs. Chuddington, isn't that lovely!' Of course, I know it's awful, but I have to say it because it's business. I point to the customer and Marie says: 'Oh, Mrs. Chuddington, isn't that exquisite!' Then Mrs. Chuddington puts on the hat, leaves the store looking a perfect fright. Marie looks at Fanny; Fanny looks at Marie, and though we don't say a word, we think—oh! how we do think!"