It's a party, or I'd ask you." "What did you do yesterday and the day before, and the days before that ?" Eleanor laughed indulgently, and acquainted Carley with a record of her social wanderings during the last few days.
"The same old things--over and over again! Eleanor don't you get sick of it ?" queried Carley.
"Oh yes, to tell the truth," returned Eleanor, thoughtfully.

"But there's nothing else to do." "Eleanor, I'm no better than you," said Carley, with disdain.

"I'm as useless and idle.

But I'm beginning to see myself--and you--and all this rotten crowd of ours.

We're no good.