Tarbury expressed the
same incredulity as she said benevolently: "What a pipe dream, Em--she's
lucky if she gets ten!"
"Ten!" squeaked Julia's mother, but Julia silenced her by saying
carelessly:
"I'll tell you what, Aunt Min. If Con and I get through in time we'll go
in and see Artheris to-day. I'd do it for twenty-five--"
"You would not!" said her mother.
"Well, you might get twenty-five," Mrs. Tarbury said, mollified, "if
it's a long part."
"If it don't take a lot of dressing," Julia said thoughtfully, as she
and Miss Girard powdered their noses at the dark mirror of the
sideboard.
"Don't you be fool enough to do it for a cent under fifty," Emeline
said.
Julia smiled at her vaguely, and added to her farewells a daughterly,
"Your hat's all right, Mama, but your veil's sort of caught up over your
ear. Fix it before you go out. We'll be back here at five--"
"Or we'll meet you at Monte's,'" said Connie.
The two girls walked briskly down Eddy Street, conscious of their own
charms, and conscious of the world about them. Connie was nearly
nineteen, a simple, happy little flirt, who had been in and out of love
constantly for three or four years.
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