OUR BEAUTY COLUMN.
(Latest Style.)
We four are such friends, Estelle, Rosalie, Beryl and I. If we weren't could we sit round and say the things to each other that we do? I ask you.
It's quite a small flat we have, just the one room, but it's so convenient. There's a chemist's next door, so it's no walk to get everything we require.
We were sitting round our cosy fireplace, wishing it were summer or that we had some coal, when one of those thoughts that make me so loved occurred to me.
"Estelle darling," I asked, though I knew, because the box was on the mantelpiece; "how do you get that lovely flush? Your nose is such a delicious tint; it reminds me of a tomato."
"I owe my colour to my fur coat," replied Estelle frankly; "you've no idea how warm it keeps me. I think a natural glow is so much more becoming than an artificial one."
"By the way, Madge," put in Rosalie (I'm Madge), "as you've started the game may I ask you a question? How do you get such a lovely shine on your nose?"
"Chamois leather," I replied sweetly. (You see we're such friends we love telling each other our boudoir secrets.)