In a flash to Ethel's mind there came a vivid picture of the old yellow church at home.

And with a queer expression looking about her at the crowds, she exclaimed, "How funny!" She was again reminded of church when one afternoon in a large darkened chamber she sat with scores of women whose eyes were fixed as though in devotion upon a softly lighted stage where "models" kept appearing.

What lovely figures some of them had.

Others rather took her breath, and gave her the feeling she'd had before in her sister's bedroom.

But then as her eye was caught again by the rapt faces all about, she chuckled to herself and thought, "There ought to be candles and incense here!" She was appalled at the prices.