"Hum!" commented Eve. College honors were nothing to her.
"His father is the best barber in town, too," Emily continued.
Eve turned and looked at her quickly.
"The best what?"
"Barber. You know that shop all plate glass and shining enamel that makes all the rest of the street look dirty? That's his shop. That's where we go for shampoos."
Eve had been looking at Emily curiously, and the little grin had grown into a spreading smile.
"You're the limit, Mrs. Kenworthy!" she said, admiringly. Then she saw Emily's purpose in coming, and got up. She stretched up an arm, spread her dripping fingers gingerly apart, and brushed back her hair with the inside of her elbow. "I'll do those straps. I've almost finished. Wait a minute." And she started, apparently, towards the bathroom.
"Eve! Wait! I'll put your kimona on for you!"
"Oh! I'm sorry I forgot!"
"It's almost supper time. Bob may be home any time now."