"Gladys whirled the magazine under the bed, and Phyllis turned out the
electricity under the chafing-dish and put the candy in the window to
finish at a later date.
"Did I tell you about our housekeeping venture? Gladys is a private
secretary to something down-town and gets an enormous salary, thirty a
week. Phyllis is an artist and has a studio somewhere, and we are
great friends. So we took a cunning little apartment for three months,
and we all live together and cook our meals in the baby kitchenette
when we feel domestic, and dine out like princesses when we feel
lordly. We have the kitchenette, and a bathroom with two kinds of
showers, and a bedroom apiece, though mine is really a closet, and two
sitting-rooms, so two of us can have beaus the same night. If we feel
the need of an extra sitting-room--that is, three beaus a night--we
draw cuts to see who has to resort to the park, or a movie, or the
ice-cream parlor, or the kitchenette. Our time is up next week and we
shall return modestly to our boarding-houses. It is great fun, but it
is expensive, and we are so busy.
"We have lovely times. The girls are--not like me. They are really
society buds, and wear startling evening gowns and go places in taxis,
and are quite the height of fashion.
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