"I got to tell you that the wild and lawless West, in all matters relating to proper dress for ladies, is the most conservative and hidebound section of our great land of the free and home of the brave--if you can get by with it. Out here the women see by the Sunday papers that it"s being wore that way publicly in New York and no one arrested for it, but they don"t hardly believe it at that, and they wouldn"t show themselves in one, not if you begged them to on your bended knees, and what is society coming to anyway? You might as well dress like one of them barefooted dancers, only calling "em barefooted must be meant like sarcasm--and they"d die before they"d let a daughter of theirs make a show of herself like that for odious beasts of men to leer at, and so on--until a couple years later Mrs. Henrietta Templeton Price gets a regular one and wears it down Main Street, and nothing objectionable happens; so then they all hustle to get one--not quite so extreme, of course, but after all, why not, since only the evil-minded could criticise? Pretty soon they"re all wearing it exactly like New York did two years ago, with mebbe the limit raised a bit here and there by some one who makes her own. But again they"re saying that the latest one New York is wearing is so bad that it must be confined to a certain cla.s.s of women, even if they do get taken from left to right at Asbury Park and Newport and other colonies of wealth and fashion, because the vilest dregs can go there if they have the price, which they often do.
"Red Gap is like that. With me out here on the ranch it didn"t matter what I wore because it was mostly only men that saw me; but I can well remember the social upheaval when our smartest young matrons and well-known society belles flung modesty to the chinook wind and took to divided skirts for horseback riding. My, the brazen hussies! It ain"t so many years ago. Up to that time any female over the age of nine caught riding a horse cross-saddle would have lost her character good and quick. And these pioneers lost any of theirs that wasn"t cemented good and hard with proved respectability. I remember hearing Jeff Tuttle tell what he"d do to any of his womenfolks that so far forgot the sacred names of home and mother. It was startling enough, but Jeff somehow never done it. And if he was to hear Addie or one of the girls talking about a side-saddle to-day he"d think she was nutty or mebbe wanting one for the state museum. So it goes with us. My hunch is that so it will ever go.
"The years pa.s.sed, and that thrill of viciousness at wearing divided skirts in public got all rubbed off--that thrill that every last one of us adores to feel if only it don"t get her talked about--too much--by evil-minded gossips. Then comes this here next upheaval over riding pants for ladies--or them that set themselves up to be such. Of course we"d long known that the things were worn in New York and even in such modern Babylons as Spokane and Seattle; but no woman in Red Gap had ever forgot she had a position to keep up, until summer before last, when we saw just how low one of our s.e.x could fall, right out on the public street.
"She was the wife of a botanist from some Eastern college and him and her rode a good bit and dressed just alike in khaki things. My, the infamies that was intimated about that poor creature! She was bony and had plainly seen forty, very severe-featured, with scraggly hair and a sharp nose and spectacles, and looked as if she had never had a moment of the most innocent pleasure in all her life; but them riding pants fixed her good in the minds of our lady porch-knockers. And the men just as bad, though they could hardly bear to look twice at her, she was that discouraging to the eye; they agreed with their wives that she must be one of that sort.
"But things seem to pile up all at once in our town. That very summer the fashion magazines was handed round with pages turned down at the more daring spots where ladies were shown in such things. It wasn"t felt that they were anything for the little ones to see. But still, after all, wasn"t it sensible, now really, when you come right down to it? and as a matter of fact isn"t a modest woman modest in anything?--it isn"t what she wears but how she conducts herself in public, or don"t you think so, Mrs. Ballard?--and you might as well be dead as out of style, and would Lehman, the Square Tailor, be able to make up anything like that one there?--but no, because how would he get your measure?--and surely no modest woman could give him hers even if she did take it herself--anyway, you"d be insulted by all the street rowdies as you rode by, to say nothing of being ogled by men without a particle of fineness in their natures--but there"s always something to be said on both sides, and it"s time woman came into her own, anyway, if she is ever to be anything but man"s toy for his idle moments--still it would never do to go to extremes in a narrow little town like this with every one just looking for an excuse to talk--but it would be different if all the best people got together and agreed to do it, only most of them would probably back out at the last moment and that smarty on the _Recorder_ would try to be funny about it--now that one with the long coat doesn"t look so terrible, does it? or do you think so?--of course it"s almost the same as a skirt except when you climb on or something--a woman has to think of those things--wouldn"t Daisy Estelle look rather stunning in that?--she has just the figure for it. Here"s this No. 9872 with the Norfolk jacket in this mail-order catalogue--do you think that looks too theatrical, or don"t you? Of course for some figures, but I"ve always been able to wear--And so forth, for a month or so.
"Late in the fall Henrietta Templeton Price done it. You may not know what that meant to Alonzo Price, Choice Villa Sites and Price"s Addition to Red Gap. Alonzo is this kind: I met him the day Gussie Himebaugh had her accident when the mules she was driving to the mowing machine run away out on Himebaugh"s east forty. Alonzo had took Doc Maybury out and pa.s.ses me coming back. "How bad was she hurt?" I asks. The poor thing looks down greatly embarra.s.sed and mumbles: "She has broken a limb."
"Leg or arm?" I blurts out, forgetting all delicacy. You"d think I had him pinned down, wouldn"t you? Not Lon, though. "A lower limb," says he, coughing and looking away.
"You see how men are till we put a spike collar and chain on "em. When Henrietta declared herself Alonzo read the riot act and declared marital law. But there was Henrietta with the collar and chain and pretty soon Lon was saying: "You"re quite right, Pettikins, and you ought to have the thanks of the community for showing our ladies how to dress rationally on horseback. It"s not only sensible and safe but it"s modest--a plain pair of riding breeches, no coquetry, no frills, nothing but stern utility--of course I agree."
""I hoped you would, darling," says Henrietta. She went to Miss Gunslaugh and had her make the costume, being one who rarely does things by halves. It was of blue velvet corduroy, with a fetching little bolero jacket, and the things themselves were fitted, if you know what I mean.
And stern utility! That suit with its rosettes and bows and frogs and braid had about the same stern utility as those pretty little tin tongs that come on top of a box of candy--ever see anybody use one of those?
When Henrietta got dressed for her first ride and had put on the Cuban Pink Face Balm she looked like one of the gypsy chorus in the Bohemian Girl opera.
"Alonzo gulped several times in rapid succession when he saw her, but the little man never starts anything he don"t aim to finish, and it was too late to start it then. Henrietta brazened her way through Main Street and out to the country club and back, and next day she put them on again so Otto Hirsch, of the E-light Studio, could come up and take her standing by the horse out in front of the Price mansion. Then they was laid away until the Grand Annual Masquerade Ball of the Order of the Eastern Star, which is a kind of hen Masons, when she again gave us a flash of what New York society ladies was riding their horse in. As a matter of fact, Henrietta hates a horse like a rattlesnake, but she had done her pioneer work for once and all.
"Every one was now laughing and sneering at the old-fashioned divided skirt with which woman had endangered her life on a horse, and wondering how they had endured the clumsy things so long; and come spring all the prominent young society buds and younger matrons of the most exclusive set who could stay on a horse at all was getting theirs ready for the approaching season, Red Gap being like London in having its gayest season in the summer, when people can get out more. Even Mis" Judge Ballard fell for it, though hers was made of severe black with a long coat. She looked exactly like that Methodist minister, the old one, that we had three years ago.
"Most of the younger set used the mail-order catalogue, their figures still permitting it. And maybe there wasn"t a lot of trying on behind drawn blinds pretty soon, and delighted giggles and innocent girlish wonderings about whether the lowest type of man really ogles as much under certain circ.u.mstances as he"s said to. And the minute the roads got good the telephone of Pierce"s Livery, Feed, and Sale Stable was kept on the ring. Then the social upheaval was on. Of course any of "em looked quiet after Henrietta"s costume, for none of the girls but Beryl Mae Macomber, a prominent young society bud, aged seventeen, had done anything like that. But it was the idea of the thing.
"A certain element on the South Side made a lot of talk and stirred things up and wrote letters to the president of the Civic Purity League, who was Mis" Judge Ballard herself, asking where this unspeakable disrobing business was going to end and calling her attention to the fate that befell Sodom and Gomorrah. But Mis" Ballard she"s mixed on names and gets the idea these parties mean Samson and Delilah instead of a couple of twin cities, like St. Paul and Minneapolis, and she writes back saying what have these Bible characters got to do with a lady riding on horseback--in trousers, it is true, but with a coat falling modestly to the knee on each side, and certain people had better be a little more fussy about things that really matter in life before they begin to talk. She knew who she was. .h.i.tting at all right, too. Trust Mis" Ballard!
"It was found that there was almost the expected amount of ogling from sidewalk loafers, at first. As Daisy Estelle Maybury said, it seemed as if a girl couldn"t show herself on the public thoroughfare without being subjected to insult. Poor Daisy Estelle! She had been a very popular young society belle, and was considered one of the most attractive girls in Red Gap until this happened. No one had ever suspected it of her in the least degree up to that time. Of course it was too late after she was once seen off her horse. Them that didn"t see was told in full detail by them that did. Most of the others was luckier. Beryl Mae Macomber in her sport shirt and trouserettes complained constantly about the odious wretches along Main Street and Fourth, where the post office was. She couldn"t stop even twenty minutes in front of the post office, minding her own business and waiting for some one she knew to come along and get her mail for her, without having dozens of men stop and ogle her. That, of course, was during the first two weeks after she took to going for the mail, though the eternal feminine in Beryl Mae probably thought the insulting glances was going to keep up forever.
"I watched the poor child one day along in the third week, waiting there in front of the post office after the four o"clock mail, and no one hardly ogled her at all except some rude children out from school. What made it more pitiful, leaning right there against the post office front was Jack Shiels, Sammie Hamilton, and little old Elmer c.o.x, Red Gap"s three town rowdies that ain"t done a stroke of work since the canning factory closed down the fall before, creatures that by rights should have been leering at the poor child In all her striking beauty. But, no; the brutes stand there looking at nothing much until Jack Shiels stares a minute at this horse Beryl Mae is on and pipes up: "Why, say, I thought Pierce let that little bay runt go to the guy that was in here after polo ponies last Thursday. I sure did." And Sam Hamilton wakes up and says: "No, sir; not this one. He got rid of a little mare that had shoulders like this, but she was a roan with kind of mule ears and one froze off." And little old Elmer c.o.x, ignoring this defenceless young girl with his impudent eyes, he says: "Yes, Sam"s right for once. Pierce tried to let this one go, too, but ain"t you took a look at his hocks!"
Then along comes Dean Duke, the ratty old foreman in Pierce"s stable, and he don"t ogle a bit, either, like you"d expect one of his debased calibre to, but just stops and talks this horse over with "em and says yes, it was his bad hocks that lost the sale, and he tells "em how he had told Pierce just what to do to get him shaped up for a quick sale, but Pierce wouldn"t listen to him, thinking he knew it all himself; and there the four stood and ga.s.sed about this horse without even seeing Beryl Mae, let alone leering at her. I bet she was close to shedding tears of girlish mortification as she rode off without ever waiting for the mail. Things was getting to a pretty pa.s.s. If low creatures lost to all decent instincts, like these four, wouldn"t ogle a girl when she was out for it, what could be expected of the better element of the town?
Still, of course, now and then one or the other of the girls would have a bit of luck to tell of.
"Well, now we come to the crookedest bit of work I ever been guilty of, though first telling you about Mr. Burch.e.l.l Daggett, an Eastern society man from Cedar Rapids, Iowa, that had come to Red Gap that spring to be a.s.sistant cashier in the First National, through his uncle having stock in the thing. He was a very pleasant kind of youngish gentleman, about thirty-four, I reckon, with dark, parted whiskers and gold eyegla.s.ses and very good habits. He took his place among our very best people right off, teaching the Bible cla.s.s in the M.E. Sabbath-school and belonging to the Chamber of Commerce and the City Beautiful a.s.sociation, of which he was made vice-president, and being prominent at all functions held in our best homes. He wasn"t at all one of them that lead a double life by stopping in at the Family Liquor Store for a gin fizz or two after work hours, or going downtown after supper to play Kelly pool at the Temperance Billiard Parlours and drink steam beer, or getting in with the bunch that gathers in the back room of the Owl Cigar Store of an evening and tells these here suggestive stories. Not that he was hide-bound. If he felt the need for a shot of something he"d go into the United States Grill and have a gla.s.s of sherry and bitters brought to him at a table and eat a cracker with it, and he"d take in every show, even the Dizzy Belles of Gotham Big Blonde Beauty Show. He was refined and even moral in the best sense of the word, but still human.
"Our prominent young society buds took the keenest notice of him at once, as would naturally happen, he being a society bachelor of means and by long odds the best catch in Red Gap since old Potter Knapp, of the Loan and Trust Company, had broke his period of mourning for his third wife by marrying Myrtle Wade that waited on table at the Occidental Hotel, with the black band still on his left coat sleeve.
It"s no exaggeration to say that Mr. Burch.e.l.l Daggett became the most sought-after social favourite among Reg Gap"s hoot mondy in less than a week after he unpacked his trunk. But it was very soon discovered by the bright-eyed little gangsters of the best circles that he wasn"t going to be an easy one to disable. Naturally when a man has fought "em off to his age he has learned much of woodcraft and the hunter"s cunning wiles, and this one had sure developed timber sense. He beat "em at their own game for three months by the simple old device of not playing any favourite for one single minute, and very, very seldom getting alone with one where the foul stroke can be dealt by the frailest hand with muscular precision. If he took Daisy Estelle Maybury to the chicken pie supper to get a new carpet for the Presbyterian parsonage, he"d up and take Beryl Mae and her aunt, or Gussie Himebaugh, or Luella Stultz, to the lawn feet at Judge Ballard"s for new uniforms for the band boys. At the Bazaar of All Nations he bought as many chances of one girl as he did of another, and if he hadn"t any more luck than a rabbit and won something--a hanging lamp or a celluloid manicure set in a plush-lined box--he"d simply put it up to be raffled off again for the good of the cause. And none of that moonlight loitering along shaded streets for him, where the dirk is so often drove stealthily between a man"s ribs, and him thinking all the time he"s only indulging in a little playful nonsense. Often as not he"d take two girls at once, where all could be merry without danger of anything happening.
"It was no time at all till this was found out on him. It was seen that under a pleasing exterior, looking all too easy to overcome by any girl in her right mind, he had powers of resistance and evasion that was like steel. Of course this only stirred the proud beauties on to renewed and crookeder efforts. Every darned one of "em felt that her innocent young girlhood was challenged, and would she let it go at that? Not so. My lands! What snares and deadfalls was set for this wise old timber wolf that didn"t look it, with his smiling ways and seemingly careless response to merry banter, and so forth!
"And of course every one of these shrinking little scoundrels thought at once of her new riding costume, so no time at all was lost in organizing the North Side Riding and Sports Club, which Mr. Burch.e.l.l Daggett gladly joined, having, as he said, an eye for a horse and liking to get out after banking hours to where all Nature seems to smile and you can let your mount out a bit over the firm, smooth road. Them that had held off until now, on account of the gossip and leering, hurried up and got into line with No. 9872 in the mail-order catalogue, or went to Miss Gunslaugh, who by this time had a female wax dummy in her window in a neat brown suit and puttees, with a coat just opening and one foot advanced carelessly, with gauntlets and a riding crop, and a fetching little cap over the wind-blown hair and the clear, wonderful blue eyes.
Oh, you can bet every last girl of the bunch was seeing herself send back picture postals to her rivals telling what a royal time they was having at Palm or Rockaway Beach or some place, and seeing the engraved cards--"Mr. and Mrs. Burch.e.l.l Daggett, at Home After the Tenth, Ophir Avenue, Red Gap, Wash."
"Ain"t we good when you really get us, if you ever do--because some don"t. Many, indeed! I reckon there never was a woman yet outside of a feeb" home that didn"t believe she could be an A. No. 1 siren if she only had the nerve to dress the part; never one that didn"t just ache to sway men to her lightest whim, and believe she could--not for any evil purpose, mind you, but just to show her power. Think of the tender hearts that must have shuddered over the damage they could and actually might do in one of them French bathing suits like you are said to witness in Paris and Atlantic City and other sinks of iniquity. And here was these well-known society favourites wrought up by this legible party, as the French say, till each one was ready to go just as far as the Civic Purity League would let her in order to sweep him off his feet in one mad moment. Quite right, too. It all depends on what the object is, don"t it; and wasn"t theirs honourable matrimony with an establishment and a lawn in front of it with a couple of cast-iron moose, mebbe?
"And amid all this quaint girlish enterprise and secret infamy was the problem of Hetty Tipton. Hetty had been a friend and a problem of mine for seven years, or ever since she come back from normal to teach in the third-grade grammar school; a fine, clean, honest, true-blue girl, mebbe not as pretty you"d say at first as some others, but you like her better after you look a few times more, and with not the slightest nonsense about her. That last was Hetty"s one curse. I ask you, what chance has a girl got with no nonsense about her? Hetty won my sympathy right at the start by this infirmity of hers, which was easily detected, and for seven years I"d been trying to cure her of it, but no use. Oh, she was always took out regular enough and well liked, but the gilded youth of Red Gap never fought for her smiles. They"d take her to parties and dances, turn and turn about, but they always respected her, which is the greatest blight a man can put on one of us, if you know what I mean.
Every man at a party was always careful to dance a decent number of times with Hetty and see that she got back to her seat; and wasn"t it warm in here this evening, yes, it was; and wouldn"t she have a gla.s.s of the punch--No, thank you--then he"d gallop off to have some fun with a mere shallow-pated fool that had known how from the cradle. It was always a puzzle to me, because Hetty dressed a lot better than most of them, knowing what to wear and how, and could take a joke if it come slow, and laid herself out to be amiable to one and all. I kind of think it must be something about her mentality. Maybe it is too mental. I can"t put her to you any plainer than to say that every single girl in town, young and old, just loved her, and not one of them up to this time had ever said an unkind or feminine thing about her. I guess you know what that would mean of any woman.
"Hetty was now coming twenty-nine--we never spoke of this, but I could count back--and it"s my firm belief that no man had ever proposed marriage or anything else on earth to her. Wilbur Todd had once endeavoured to hold her hand out on the porch at a country-club dance and she had repulsed him in all kindness but firmly. She told him she couldn"t bring herself to permit a familiarity of that sort except to the man who would one day lead her to the altar, which is something I believe she got from writing to a magazine about a young girl"s perplexities. And here, in spite of her record, this poor thing had dared to raise her eyes to none other than this Mr. Burch.e.l.l Daggett.
There was something kind of grand and despairing about the impudence of it when you remember these here trained efficiency experts she was competing with. Yet so it was. She would drop in on me after school for a cup of tea and tell me frankly how distinguished his manner was and what shapely features he had and what fine eyes, and how there was a certain note in his voice at times, and had I ever noticed that one stubborn lock of hair that stuck out back of his left ear? Of course that last item settled it. When they notice that lock of hair you know the ship has struck the reef and all hands are perishing.
"And it seemed that the cuss had not only shown her more than a little attention at evening functions but had escorted her to the midspring production of "Hamlet" by the Red Gap Amateur Theatrical and Dramatic Society. True, he had conducted himself like a perfect gentleman every minute they was alone together, even when they had to go home in Eddie Pierce"s hack because it was raining when the show let out--but would I, or would I not, suspect from all this that he was in the least degree thinking of her in a way that--you know!
"Poor child of twenty-eight, with her hungry eyes and flushed face while she was showing down her hand to me! I seen the scoundrel"s play at once. Hetty was the one safe bet for him in Red Gap"s social whirl. He was wise, all right--this Mr. D. He"d known in a second he could trust himself alone with that girl and be as safe as a babe in its mother"s arms. Of course I couldn"t say this to Hetty. I just said he was a man that seemed to know his own mind very clearly, whatever it was, and Hetty blushed some more and said that something within her responded to a certain note in his voice. We let it go at that.
"So I think and ponder about poor Hetty, trying to invent some conspiracy that would fix it right, because she was the ideal mate for an a.s.sistant cashier that had a certain position to keep up. For that matter she was good enough for any man. Then I hear she has joined the riding club, and an all day"s ride has been planned for the next Sat.u.r.day up to Stender"s Spring, with a basket lunch and a romantic ride back by moonlight. Of course, I don"t believe in any of this spiritualist stuff, but you can"t tell me there ain"t something in it, mind-reading or something, with the hunches you get when parties is in some grave danger.
"Stella Ballard it was tells me about the picnic, calling me in as I pa.s.sed their house to show me her natty new riding togs that had just come from the mail-order house. She called from back of a curtain, and when I got into the parlour she had them on, pleased as all get-out.
Pretty they was, too--riding breeches and puttees and a man"s flannel shirt and a neat-fitting Norfolk jacket, and Stella being a fine, upstanding figure.
""They may cause considerable talk," says she, smoothing down one leg where it wrinkled a bit, "but really I think they look perfectly stunning on me, and wasn"t it lucky they fit me so beautifully? They"re called the Non Plush Ultra."
""The what?" I says.
""The Non Plush Ultra," she answers. "That"s the name of them sewed in the band."
""What"s that mean?" I wanted to know.
""Why," says Stella, "that"s Latin or Greek, I forget which, and it means they"re the best, I believe. Oh, let me see! Why, it means nothing beyond, or something like that; the farthest you can go, I think. One forgets all that sort of thing after leaving high school."
""Well," I says, "they fit fine, and it"s the only modest rig for a woman to ride a horse in, but they certainly are non plush, all right.
That thin goods will never wear long against saddle leather, take my word for it."
"But of course this made no impression on Stella--she was standing on the centre table by now, so she could lamp herself in the gla.s.s over the mantel--and then she tells me about the excursion for Sat.u.r.day and how Mr. Burch.e.l.l Daggett is enthused about it, him being a superb horseman himself, and, if I know what she means, don"t I think she carries herself in the saddle almost better than any girl in her set, and won"t her style show better than ever in this duck of a costume, and she must get her tan shoes polished, and do I think Mr. Daggett really meant anything when he said he"d expect her some day to return the masonic pin she had lifted off his vest the other night at the dance, and so on.
"It was while she was babbling this stuff that I get the strange hunch that Hetty Tipton is in grave danger and I ought to run to her; it seemed almost I could hear her calling on me to save her from some horrible fate. So I tell Stella yes, she"s by far the finest rider in the whole Kulanche Valley, and she ought to get anything she wants with that suit on, and then I beat it quick over to the Ezra b.u.t.ton house where Hetty boards.
"You can laugh all you want to, but that hunch of mine was the G.o.d"s truth. Hetty was in the gravest danger she"d faced since one time in early infancy when she got give morphine for quinine. What made it more horrible, she hadn"t the least notion of her danger. Quite the contrary.
""Thank the stars I"ve come in time!" I gasps as I rushes in on her, for there"s the poor girl before her mirror in a pair of these same Non Plush Ultras and looking as pleased with herself as if she had some reason to be.
""Back into your skirts quick!" I says. "I"m a strong woman and all that, but still I can be affected more than you"d think."
"Poor Hetty stutters and turns red and her chin begins to quiver, so I gentled her down and tried to explain, though seeing quick that I must tell her everything but the truth. I reckon nothing in this world can look funnier than a woman wearing them things that had never ought to for one reason or another. There was more reasons than that in Hetty"s case. Dignity was the first safe bet I could think of with her, so I tried that.
""I know all you would say," says the poor thing in answer, "but isn"t it true that men rather like one to be--oh, well, you know--just the least bit daring?"
""Truest thing in the world," I says, "but bless your heart, did you suspicion riding breeches was daring on a woman? Not so. A girl wearing "em can"t be any more daring after the first quick shock is over than--well, you read the magazines, don"t you? You"ve seen those pictures of family life in darkest Africa that the explorers and monkey hunters bring home, where the wives, mothers, and sweethearts, G.o.d bless "em! wear only what the scorching climate demands. Didn"t it strike you that one of them women without anything on would have a hard time if she tried to be daring--or did it? No woman can be daring without the proper clothes for it," I says firmly, "and as for you, I tell you plain, get into the most daring and immodest thing that was ever invented for woman--which is the well-known skirt."
""Oh, Ma Pettengill," cries the poor thing, "I never meant anything horrid and primitive when I said daring. As a matter of fact, I think these are quite modest to the intelligent eye."
""Just what I"m trying to tell you," I says. "Exactly that; they"re modest to any eye whatever. But here you are embarked on a difficult enterprise, with a band of flinty-hearted cutthroats trying to beat you to it, and, my dear child, you have a staunch nature and a heart of gold, but you simply can"t afford to be modest."
""I don"t understand," says she, looking at herself in the gla.s.s again.
""Trust me, anyway," I implores. "Let others wear their Non Plush Ultras which are No. 9872"--she tries to correct my p.r.o.nunciation, but I wouldn"t stop for that. "Never mind how it"s p.r.o.nounced," I says, "because I know well the meaning of it in a foreign language. It means the limit, and it"s a very desirable limit for many, but for you," I says plainly, "it"s different. Your Non Plush Ultra will have to be a neat, ankle-length riding skirt. You got one, haven"t you?"
""I have," says she, "a very pretty one of tan corduroy, almost new, but I had looked forward to these, and I don"t see yet--"
"Then I thought of another way I might get to her without blurting out the truth. "Listen, Hetty," I says, "and remember not only that I"m your friend but that I know a heap more about this fool world than you do.