"You haven't been at—at this—long, have you?" inquired John of Susan.
"Not long," replied she.
Etta, somewhat giddied, overheard and put in, "We began tonight.
We got tired of starving and freezing."
John looked deepest sympathy into Susan's calm violet-gray eyes. "I don't blame you," said he. "A woman does have a—a hades of a time!"
"We were going out to buy some clothes when you came," proceeded
Etta. "We're in an awful state."
"I wondered how two girls with faces like yours," said John, "came to be dressed so—so differently. That was what first attracted us." Then, as Etta and Fatty were absorbed in each other, he went on to Susan: "And your eyes—I mustn't forget them. You certainly have got a beautiful face. And your mouth—so sweet and sad—but, what a lovely, lovely smile!"
At this Susan smiled still more broadly with pleasure. "I'm glad you're pleased," said she.
"Why, if you were dressed up——
"You're not a working girl by birth, are you?"
"I wish I had been," said Susan.