Becky turned on one heel and then swung back.
“Miss Devine,” she said anxiously, “will it be all right if I get white shoes for now?”
Ardessa gave her kind consideration.
“For office wear, you mean? No, Becky. With only one pair, you could not keep them properly clean; and black shoes are much less conspicuous. Tan, if you prefer.”
Becky looked down at her feet. They were too large, and her skirt was as much too short as her legs were too long.
“Nearly all the girls I know wear white shoes to business,” she pleaded.
“They are probably little girls who work in factories or department stores, and that is quite another matter. Since you raise the question, Becky, I ought to speak to you about your new waist. Don’t wear it to the office again, please. Those cheap open-work waists are not appropriate in an office like this. They are all very well for little chorus girls.”
“But Miss Kalski wears expensive waists to business more open than this, and jewelry—”
Ardessa interrupted. Her face grew hard.
“Miss Kalski,” she said coldly, “works for the business department. You are employed in the editorial offices. There is a great difference. You see, Becky, I might have to call you in here at any time when a scientist or a great writer or the president of a university is here talking over editorial matters, and such clothes as you have on to-day would make a bad impression. Nearly all our connections are with important people of that kind, and we ought to be well, but quietly, dressed.”