"It is only her white hair that makes her seem so." Then she extended a rather large but well gloved hand and opened the coupe door, while Jim Fitzgerald sat and chewed and waited, and the two young women got out.

Daisy had some trouble in holding up her long skirts.

She tugged at them with nervous energy, and told Alice of the twenty-five cents which Fitzgerald would ask for the return trip.

She had wished to arrive at the club in fine feather, but had counted on walking home in the dusk, with her best skirts high-kilted, and saving an honest penny.
"Nonsense; of course you will go with me," said Alice in the calmly imperious way she had, and the two mounted the steps.

They had scarcely reached the door before Mrs.Slade's maid, Lottie, appeared in her immaculate width of apron, with carefully-pulled-out bows and little white lace top-knot.