Julia came round to the front of Sadie Corn"s desk. Her eyes were brooding, her lips sullen.
"Oh, I don"t know!" she said bitterly. "Being pretty don"t get you anything--just being pretty! When I first came I used to wonder at those women that paint their faces and colour their hair, and wear skirts that are too tight and waists that are too low. But--I don"t know! This town"s so big and so--so kind of uninterested. When you see everybody wearing clothes that are more gorgeous than yours, and diamonds bigger, and limousines longer and blacker and quieter, it gives you a kind of fever. You--you want to make people look at you too."
Sadie Corn leaned back in her chair. The peppermint bottle was held at her nose. It may have been that which caused her eyes to narrow to mere slits as she gazed at the drooping Julia. She said nothing. Suddenly Julia seemed to feel the silence. She looked down at Sadie Corn. As by a miracle all the harsh, sullen lines in the girl"s face vanished, to be replaced by a lovely compa.s.sion.
"Your neuralgy again, dearie?" she asked in pretty concern.
Sadie sniffed long and audibly at the peppermint bottle.
"If you ask me I think there"s some imp inside of my head trying to push my right eye out with his thumb. Anyway it feels like that."
"Poor old dear!" breathed Julia. "It"s the weather. Have them send you up a pot of black tea."
"When you"ve got neuralgy over your right eye," observed Sadie Corn grimly, "there"s just one thing helps--that is to crawl into bed in a flannel nightgown, with the side of your face resting on the red rubber bosom of a hot-water bottle. And I can"t do it; so let"s talk about something cheerful. Seen Jo to-day?"
There crept into Julia"s face a wave of colour--not the pink of pleasure, but the dull red of pain. She looked away from Sadie"s eyes and down at her shabby boots. The sullen look was in her face once more.
"No; I ain"t seen him," she said.
"What"s the trouble?" Sadie asked.
"I"ve been busy," replied Julia airily. Then, with a forced vivacity: "Though it"s nothing to Auto Show Week last year. I remember that week I hooked up until my fingers were stiff. You know the way the dresses fastened last winter. Some of "em ought to have had a map to go by, they were that complicated. And now, just when I"ve got so"s I can hook any dress that was ever intended for the human form--"
"Wasn"t it Jo who said they ought to give away an engineering blueprint with every dress, when you told him about the way they hooked?" put in Sadie. "What"s the trouble between you and--"
Julia rattled on, unheeding:
"You wouldn"t believe what a difference there"s been since these new peasant styles have come in! And the Oriental craze! Hook down the side, most of "em--and they can do "em themselves if they ain"t too fat."
"Remember Jo saying they ought to have a hydraulic press for some of those skintight dames, when your fingers were sore from trying to squeeze them into their casings? By the way, what"s the trouble between you and--"
"Makes an awful difference in my tips!" cut in Julia deftly. "I don"t believe I"ve hooked up six this evening, and two of them sprung the haven"t-anything-but-a-five-dollar-bill-see-you-to-morrow! Women are devils! I wish--"
Sadie Corn leaned forward, placed her hand on Julia"s arm, and turned the girl about so that she faced her. Julia tried miserably to escape her keen eyes and failed.
"What"s the trouble between you and Jo?" she demanded for the fourth time. "Out with it or I"ll telephone down to the engine room and ask him myself."
"Oh, well, if you want to know--" She paused, her eyelids drooping again; then, with a rush: "Me and Jo have quarrelled again--for good, this time. I"m through!"
"What about?"
"I s"pose you"ll say I"m to blame. Jo"s mother"s sick again. She"s got to go to the hospital and have another operation. You know what that means--putting off the wedding again until G.o.d knows when! I"m sick of it--putting off and putting off! I told him we might as well quit and be done with it. We"ll never get married at this rate. Soon"s Jo gets enough put by to start us on, something happens. Last three times it"s been his ma. Pretty soon I"ll be as old and wrinkled and homely as--"
"As me!" put in Sadie calmly. "Well, I don"t know"s that"s the worst thing that can happen to you. I"m happy. I had my plans, too, when I was a girl like you--not that I was ever pretty; but I had my trials. Funny how the thing that"s easy and the thing that"s right never seem to be the same!"
"Oh, I"m fond of Jo"s ma," said Julia, a little shamefacedly. "We get along all right. She knows how it is, I guess; and feels--well, in the way. But when Jo told me, I was tired I guess. We had words. I told him there were plenty waiting for me if he was through. I told him I could have gone out with a real swell only last Sat.u.r.day if I"d wanted to.
What"s a girl got her looks for if not to have a good time?"
"Who"s this you were invited out by?" asked Sadie Corn.
"You must have noticed him," said Julia, dimpling. "He"s as handsome as an actor. Name"s Venner. He"s in two-twenty-three."
There came the look of steel into Sadie Corn"s eyes.
"Look here, Julia! You"ve been here long enough to know that you"re not to listen to the talk of the men guests round here. Two-twenty-three isn"t your kind--and you know it! If I catch you talking to him again I"ll--"
The telephone at her elbow sounded sharply. She answered it absently, her eyes, with their expression of pain and remonstrance, still unshrinking before the onslaught of Julia"s glare. Then her expression changed. A look of consternation came into her face.
"Right away, madam!" she said, at the telephone. "Right away! You won"t have to wait another minute." She hung up the receiver and waved Julia away with a gesture. "It"s Two-eighteen. You promised to be there in fifteen minutes. She"s been waiting and her voice sounds like a saw.
Better be careful how you handle her."
Julia"s head, with its sleek, satiny coils of black hair that waved away so bewitchingly from the cream of her skin, came up with a jerk.
"I"m tired of being careful of other people"s feelings. Let somebody be careful of mine for a change." She walked off down the hall, the little head still held high. A half dozen paces and she turned. "What was it you said you"d do to me if you caught me talking to him again?" she sneered.
A miserable twinge of pain shot through Sadie Corn"s eye, to be followed by a wave of nausea that swept over her. They alone were responsible for her answer.
"I"ll report you!" she snapped, and was sorry at once.
Julia turned again, walked down the corridor and round the corner in the direction of two-eighteen.
Long after Julia had disappeared Sadie Corn stared after her--miserable, regretful.
Julia knocked once at the door of two-eighteen and turned the k.n.o.b before a high, shrill voice cried:
"Come!"
Two-eighteen was standing in the centre of the floor in scant satin knickerbockers and tight bra.s.siere. The blazing folds of a cerise satin gown held in her hands made a great, crude patch of colour in the neutral-tinted bedroom. The air was heavy with scent. Hair, teeth, eyes, fingernails--Two-eighteen glowed and glistened. Chairs and bed held odds and ends.
"Where"ve you been, girl?" shrilled Two-eighteen. "I"ve been waiting like a fool! I told you to be here in fifteen minutes."
"My stop-watch isn"t working right," replied Julia impudently and took the cerise satin gown in her two hands.
She made a ring of the gown"s opening, and through that cerise frame her eyes met those of Two-eighteen.
"Careful of my hair!" Two-eighteen warned her, and ducked her head to the practised movement of Julia"s arms. The cerise gown dropped to her shoulders without grazing a hair. Two-eighteen breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to face the mirror.
"It starts at the left, three hooks; then to the centre; then back four--under the arm and down the middle again. That chiffon comes over like a drape."
She picked up a buffer from the litter of ivory and silver on the dresser and began to polish her already glittering nails, turning her head this way and that, preening her neck, biting her scarlet lips to deepen their crimson, opening her eyes wide and half closing them languorously. Julia, down on her knees in combat with the trickiest of the hooks, glanced up and saw. Two-eighteen caught the glance in the mirror. She stopped her idle polishing and preening to study the glowing and lovely little face that looked up at her. A certain queer expression grew in her eyes--a speculative, eager look.
"Tell me, little girl," she said, "What do you do round here?"
Julia turned from the mirror to the last of the hooks, her fingers working nimbly.
"Me? My regular job is working. Don"t jerk, please. I"ve fastened this one three times."
"Working!" laughed Two-eighteen, fingering the diamonds at her throat.
"What does a pretty girl like you want to do that for?"