She was cream and auburn, Irish, with a slightly-lifted upper lip that gave her a pathetic look.

She dropped her wrap and sat down by Julia, taking her hand delicately.
"How are you, darling ?" she asked.
"Yes--I'm happy," said Julia, giving her odd, screwed-up smile.
The pianola stopped, they all chatted indiscriminately.

Jim was watching the new-comer--Mrs.Browning--with a concentrated wolfish grin.
"I like her," he said at last.

"I've seen her before, haven't I ?--I like her awfully." "Yes," said Josephine, with a slight grunt of a laugh.

"He wants to be loved." "Oh," cried Clariss.