To the astonishment of everybody, Jane Judd laughed at that.
CHAPTER IV
It is certain that Jerry drove those three women like sweat-shop slaves until the costumes were finished. Jane struck on the second afternoon.
"We must have our dinner sent in to us. I can't stop to get it," she said.
"All right; only for the love of the prophets, don't stop."
"How do you spell 'profits,' Jerry?" said Bobs. "It's outrageous for you to work us like this."
"I told you not to do it," he snapped.
"We've got a mortgage on you for the rest of your life," she laughed.
"Just so you don't foreclose now. You are perfect, white-winged seraphs to do this, and I will never get even with you."