“I had another cheque from Raymond this morning,” she said flushing. “So it will come in useful. I can get a ready-made frock––I shan’t look so bad.”
“You’ll look an angel whatever you wear,” said June affectionately. “I know a little woman just off the Brompton Road who’ll fix you up,” June said eagerly. “She’s got the tiniest shop, but it’s cram full of the sweetest things. She’s awfully nice, too.”
“I can’t afford much,” Esther said dubiously.
“She won’t charge you much,” June declared. “She’s a friend of mine. She has my creams on her counter. It’s a fine advertisement, you see. She gets lots of actresses and smart people in, and they ask what it is, and try a jar and send for more, and, there you are!”
Esther laughed.
“If she’s too expensive–––” she protested.
But she ended by paying much more than she had originally intended. There was such a gem of a frock––black velvet and a white transparent bodice.
“You look a duck!” June declared. “Doesn’t she, Fifine?”
But the mirror told Esther how charming she really looked without any further words.