“Poor Nancy!” said Jeanette.
A little later Jeanette commented, “Her table manners are not bad——”
“Thank goodness for that,” said Nancy fervently.
“But she laughs so loudly,” went on Jeanette, “and tries to be so demonstrative with people, even when she is not very well acquainted with them, that it is, well, embarrassing, to say the least.”
“I know it,” agreed Nancy; “and she is really very careless about putting away her various belongings. I can readily understand why her things always look so—so bedraggled! I’m not talking about her to be mean, but I am trying to pick out the habits that are different from those of other nice girls so we can concentrate on them.”
At last the dryer completed its work, and after a few finishing touches by Monsieur Louis, Emma was released.
“Oh, Emma, it’s lovely!” cried Nancy in genuine admiration, as she came out and stood before them. “What a difference it makes; doesn’t it, Janie?”
“It certainly does,” agreed Jeanette. “The style suits you perfectly.”
How glad Jeanette was that she could make the statement honestly!
“Don’t you like it, Emma?” asked Nancy anxiously; for the girl was unnaturally quiet.