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And more and more the picture rose of the woman friend she had counted on having--Sally Crothers, who was so clever, an older woman who knew New York, knew what to do in such tangles as this, knew Joe, had known him back in that past which Ethel was trying to raise again.

And it was exasperating! "If I could only get at her!" she thought.
Carefully, almost word by word, she went over in her mind her talk with Mrs.Crothers that day, in order to find out her mistakes.
"Do you know what I think ?" she said at the end.

"I think in the first part you did pretty well.