At this moment, a splendid creature bore down upon them, all sails set. She was a broad-shouldered fellow, whose snappy skirts and impudent coiffure failed to cover her intention.
“Mercy!” she exclaimed. “Just dishing it!”
Kate took a whisky straight and smiled at the “debbie” in a tantalizing fashion.
“To think,” said Kate, “a moment ago there wasn’t a piece of trade in sight! I was just hoping.”
The big girl turned around and looked back over her shoulder.
“Oh!” she cried in an obligato, “you New Yorkers can be so bitchy!” Then she sailed on and rounded the turn to the powder-room.
“Dirt!” said Beulah.
“Tawdry!” exclaimed Carrie.
“From Boston?” asked Beulah.