“I wonder whether you'd mind if I put on my old suit again, and carried this?” Janet asked.
The expression of sympathy and understanding in the woman's eyes, as she rose, brought the blood swiftly to Janet's face. She felt that her secret had been guessed. The change effected, Janet went homeward swiftly, to encounter, on the corner of Faber Street, her sister Lise, whose attention was immediately attracted by the bundle.
“What have you got there, angel face?” she demanded.
“A new suit,” said Janet.
“You don't tell me—where'd you get it? at the Paris?”
“No, at Dowling's.”
“Say, I'll bet it was that plain blue thing marked down to twenty!”
“Well, what if it was?”
Lise, when surprised or scornful, had a peculiarly irritating way of whistling through her teeth.
“Twenty bucks! Gee, you'll be getting your clothes in Boston next. Well, as sure as I live when I went by that window the other day when they first knocked it down I said to Sadie, 'those are the rags Janet would buy if she had the ready.' Have you got another raise out of Ditmar?”