Evelyn returned to her apartment about three-thirty, unwrapped her packages, smiling to herself, and fondling her treasures.
"Well, I've bought a new outfit from top to bottom, and from the skin out. Won't I floor that herd of tramps tonight—Hot—ziggety—damn—now I'll bathe, throw on a load of that loud perfume, and damned if I won't be a lady, or know why."
"What was that?" asked Pearl, as she sat up in bed with a start. There was a rapping on the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's me—Ev," came the voice outside the door.
"Oh, just a minute, dear, till I unlock the door."
"My God, don't you ever expect to get up today? Do you know it is after four o'clock?" said Evelyn, as she came into the room.
"Well, I did get up for a little while, but you see I went back to bed."