"You certainly looked very well," said Virginia with a smile.
f.a.n.n.y beamed with pleasure.
"You weren"t ashamed of your sister, were you?" she said.
"Ashamed! I should say not."
"Of course," went on the elder sister proudly, "with my figure I can wear anything! But when it comes to evening dress I flatter myself that I"m in the front of the procession and very near the band!"
"It certainly is becoming to you."
"You were a dream!" went on her sister enthusiastically. "Did you see the look you got from the young woman in the next box--the one with the pushed-in face?"
"No."
"I did. Prussic acid and vinegar."
"Oh, f.a.n.n.y!"
"I saw it. One drink would have meant death mingled with convulsions."
"You imagined it."
"Not much," retorted her sister. "I saw it, I tell you. So did Jimmie--I mean James. You know I"m trying to break myself of this habit of calling him Jimmie. It"s so common."
"Where is Jimmie?" smiled Virginia, still busy at her dressing table.
"Smoking a cigar and admiring the baby."
Virginia remained silent for a moment. Then, thoughtfully, she said:
"Do you know what I"m going to do for her?"
"No--what?" demanded f.a.n.n.y eagerly.
"I"m going to do all I can for her. She"ll never have to fight and struggle as you and mother did. I"m going to buy her clothes for her, see after her education, get a governess when the time comes, send her through Va.s.sar or Wellesley if she wants to go, see that she learns how to ride and drive. In fact, I"m going to do everything for her that money and love can."
f.a.n.n.y clasped her hands with delight. Enthusiastically and gratefully she exclaimed:
"You"re a thoroughbred, Virgie! But what would your husband say?"
"Robert would help me. He"s as fond of her as I am. And you know the size of his heart."
"I should say I do," replied f.a.n.n.y eagerly. "See what he"s done for James and me already."
"Anything else, Madame?" inquired Josephine, who had finished her duties.
Her mistress shook her head.
"No, Josephine. You needn"t wait for me."
"Shall I call Madame in the morning?"
"No. I"ll ring when I want you."
"Oui, Madame." Turning round at the door, she said apologetically: "Quant au bain, je verrai a ce que cela ne se repete plus."
Virginia smiled good naturedly:
"Very well, Josephine--that"s all right--"
"Bonne nuit, Madame!"
The girl went out, closing the door behind her. f.a.n.n.y, laughing, mimicked her:
""Anything else, Madame?" "No, Josephine, you needn"t wait for me."
"Shall I call you in the morning, Madame?" "No, I"ll ring when I want you." Gee! That"s cla.s.sy, all right. It"s just like one reads about in the story books."
"What is?" asked Virginia, who, still seated at the dressing table, had begun to arrange her hair for the night.
"You and the way you speak French!"
The younger sister laughed heartily.
"Why shouldn"t I? I"ve studied hard enough in the last year and a half."
"And your music!"
"That, too."
"And your German! And your books on literature and art!"
Taking in the entire room with a sweeping gesture of her hand, she continued:
"And all this--and your autos--and your yacht--and your box at the opera--and everything that money can buy--and just think only two years ago you were an underpaid telephone girl in a hotel!"
"Yes, it is wonderful, isn"t it?" sighed Virginia.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed the other. "It makes Laura Jean Libbey look like a piker."
"f.a.n.n.y!" protested her sister.
"What"s the matter?"
"Slang!" said Virginia reproachfully.
"Oh, I just have to blow off steam once in a while," replied f.a.n.n.y carelessly. "And maybe I"m not in it, too. Two years ago I was working in our little millinery store. Enter the rich Mrs. Chuddington. She"s fifty if she"s a day, weighs a hundred and ninety and has a--a double chin. She sees a hat that would suit a girl just out of school and tries it on. I look at her and say: "Oh, Mrs. Chuddington, isn"t that lovely!" Of course, I know it"s awful, but I have to say it because it"s business. I point to the customer and Marie says: "Oh, Mrs.
Chuddington, isn"t that exquisite!" Then Mrs. Chuddington puts on the hat, leaves the store looking a perfect fright. Marie looks at f.a.n.n.y; f.a.n.n.y looks at Marie, and though we don"t say a word, we think--oh!