bout it in Mrs. Humphry Ward.

A buzzing sound dying off into the distance, a trail of Blue Smoke in
the fading Twilight, and little Bright Eyes is back in her own Boudoir
packing herself into a new set of Glads.

That evening she had four throbbing Roscoes curled up among her Sofa
Pillows.

She had to bat up short and easy ones for this Bunch, as they came
from the Wholesale District.

When they began to distribute political Bromides, the artful Minx sat
clear out on the edge of the Chair and let on to be simply pop-eyed
with Ardor.

Shortly after 12 she turned the last night-blooming Cyril out into the
Darkness and did a graceful Pirouet to the Husks.

On Wednesday morning, between the Ham and Eggs, she glanced at her
double-entry Date Book and began to gyrate.

On the way down-town she stopped in and had herself measured for a new
mop of Hair.

Thence to the Beauty Works to have the peerless Frontispiece ironed
out and the Nails ivoried.

When she appeared at the Sorority Tiffin at 1 P.M. she was dolled for
fair.

The Response in behalf of the Alumnae of Yamma Gamma was a neat
Affair.

After swiping the Table Decorations, she and two Companions hurried to
a Mat. It was a Performance given under the auspices of the
Overhanging Domes, and the Drama was one that no Commercial Manager
had the Nerve to unload on the Public. The Plot consisted of two
victims of Neurasthenia sitting at a Table and discussing Impaired
Circulation.

That evening she helped administer the Anesthetic to a Seminary Snipe
who was getting into the Life Boat with a hard-wood Bachelor grabbed
off at the 11th Hour.

Loretta wept softly while straightening out the Veil, in accordance
with Tradition. Later on she did an Eddie Collins and landed the
Bride's Bouquet. At 11.30 she had the Best Man backed into a Corner,
slipping him that Old One about his Hair matching his Eyes.

It is now Thursday morning and who is this in the Gym whanging the
Medicine Ball at the Lady Instructor with the Face?

It is Loretta.

Behold her at 10.30, after an icy Splash and a keen rub with a raspy
Towel.

She has climbed back into the dark-cloth Effect and is headed for the
Studio of Madam to grapple with the French Lesson.

After that she will do nothing before Lunch Time except try on White
Shoes and fondle some Hats that are being sacrificed at $80 per throw.

The Suffrage Sisters rounded up Thursday afternoon. A longitudinal
Brigadieress in