"I'll never be like her!" she exclaimed.

"There'll never be a high hat in my hall at this time of night--nor a Boston old maid--nor a snickering telephone girl downstairs! Never! I'll make myself ugly first! For I'm not like you, I'm not like you! I've had a child, to begin with--and I'm going to keep him, he's mine!" There came again a period of swift determined thinking.

And at last with a quick thrill of relief she remembered Mrs.Crothers was coming with Dwight to call the next day.

Sally Crothers--Joe's old friend! "If she believed in me--really believed in all that I was trying to do--she could give me just the advice I need! It may be I'm just silly--and she could give me her common sense! She might even talk to Joe herself--and make him realize my whole plan! If only I can get her to help me!" Ethel went at once to her desk and rapidly wrote a note to Dwight, saying she thought it would be better to let Mrs.Crothers come alone.
"For I could do nothing, with him around.

And I've got to do everything!" she thought as she folded the envelope.
In the morning she heard from Joe.