k and kissed her. "You dear!" she said.

And yet, a short time afterwards, it was on this very head that she had
to bear the shock of a rude awakening.

Evelyn's people came to Melbourne that year from the Riverina. Evelyn
was allowed considerable freedom, and one night, by special permit,
Laura also accepted an invitation to dinner and the theatre. The two
girls drove to a hotel, where they found Evelyn's mother, elegant but a
little stern, and a young lady-friend. Only the four of them were
present at dinner, and the meal passed off smoothly; though the
strangeness of dining in a big hotel had the effect of tying Laura's
tongue. Another thing that abashed her was the dress of the young lady,
who sat opposite. This person--she must have been about the ripe age of
twenty-five--was nipped into a tight little pink satin bodice, which,
at the back, exposed the whole of two very bony shoulder-blades. But it
was the front of the dress that Laura faced; and, having imbibed strict
views of propriety from Mother, she wriggled on her chair whenever she
raised her eyes.

They drove to the theatre--though it was only a few doors off. The
seats were in the dress circle. The ladies sat in the front row, the
girls, who were in high frocks, behind.

Evelyn made a face of laughing discontent. "It's so ridiculous the
mater won't let me dress."

These words gave Laura a kind of stab. "Oh Evvy, I think you're EVER so
much nicer as you are," she whispered, and squeezed her friend's hand.

Evelyn could not answer, for the lady in pink had leant back and tapped
her with her fan. "It doesn't look as if Jim were coming, my dear."

Evelyn laughed, in a peculiar way. "Oh, I guess he'll turn up all
right."

There had been some question of a person of this name at dinner; but
Laura had paid no great heed to what was said. Now, she sat up sharply,
for Evelyn exclaimed: "There he is!"

It was a man, a real man--not a boy--with a drooping, fair moustache, a
single eyeglass in one eye, and a camellia-bud in his buttonhole. For
the space of a breathless second Laura connected him with the pink
satin; then he dropped into a vacant seat at Evelyn's side.

From this moment on, Laura's pleasure in her expensive seat, in the
pretty blue theatre and its movable roof, in the gay trickeries of the
MIKADO, slowly fizzled out. Evelyn had no more thought for her. Now and
then, it is true, she would turn in her affectionate way and ask Laura
if she wer