“You see the influence of example,” replied Olga. “Yours is so pretty that I couldn’t stand the bareness of mine any longer.”
“I’m glad.” Lizette spoke earnestly. “Isn’t it splendid—the way the Camp Fire ideas grow and spread? They are making me over, Olga.”
Olga nodded. “Take off your things. I’ll have supper ready in two minutes. Did you get yours at the Cafeteria?”
“Yes, I’m getting all my meals there—ten cents apiece.”
“Ten cents. I know you don’t get enough—for that, Lizette Stone.”
Lizette laughed. “It’s all I can afford,” she said “out of six dollars a week. When I earn more——”
“You can’t cook for yourself as I do—you haven’t room. Lizette, why can’t we co-operate?”
“What do you mean?” breathlessly Lizette questioned.
“I mean, take our meals together and share the expense. It won’t cost you more than thirty cents a day, and you’ll have enough then.”
“But I can’t cook—I don’t know how,” Lizette objected.