"Sure! Florette had swell clo'es. This'n's swell, too. My! ain't it great to see a classy gown again!"
Madame d'Avala laughed and Freddy joined her.
"Say, you seen the teachers at this school?" he asked. "You seen 'em?"
Madame d'Avala nodded.
"Nice ladies," said Freddy in an effort to be fair. "But no class—you know what I mean. Way they slick their hair back, an' no paint or powder. Gee, Florette wouldn't wear their clo'es to a dog fight!"
"Nor I," said Madame d'Avala; "I love dogs."
"I tole Miss Eva she ought to put peroxide in the rinsin' water for her hair like Florette useter, but it made her mad. I b'lieve in a woman fixin' herself up all she can, don't you?" asked Freddy earnestly.
"Indeed, I do! But tell me, who is Florette?"
So Freddy told her all about his mother, and about the good fortune that had come to her.
"Fifty-two weeks solid! Some ac' to get that kinda bookin, huh?" he ended.