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"Well," lie hedged, "well I don't
know." Then, as though seeing he
must be honest. "No, I don't sup
pose I would."
"I thought not. There, you see, is
the whole rotten sham of the entire
fool business they call society." He
spoke emphatically and looked the
younger man squarely in the face.
"It's a sorry time for the young peo
ple of this day when the whole social
fabric has to be- built on such a poor,
wobbly thing as. clothes."
"I wouldn't go quite as far as
that," protested Bailey.
"I wouldn't have gone that far be
fore; but you surprise me you, a
young man I thought with a pretty
good, mental equipment at least a
little above the average you, by
your own confession, believe people
are all 'sized up' by their clothes. It
is something of a jolt thoughl sup
pose I ought to have known. You
see, I've been living in bL rather small
world. The few people I care for do
not measure their friends by their
clothes. But when you're young I
suppose you must get into the game,
and that girl you spoke of , she's
young, and it isn't quite right for her
to be entirely out of it She prob
ably has more brains in her little fin
ger than most of the women here
have in their whole makeup. She has
haa two poems published' that have
been noticed, but she has to grind
away at teaching to earn a living.
She went at it at 18- Her father
never made more- than enough to
just scrape along on, and she's had
no society, and you might say, no
The young man was staring at him
"Oh, then you know her?" he ex
claimed. "Yes," said Rankin. "I know what
a clever, splendid girl she is, and if I
had the money I'd send today for 'a
'consignment of new frocks for her.
Why, I don't think she ever had on a
low-neck dress in her life. I hope
ghe never will put on one of those
isuch as we saw here last night,
where the low-neck ends t at the
waistline on the back."
"May I ask you to introduce me to
this young lady?" asked Bailey, at
'the same time transferring his card
to the other man.
At this moment, as fate would have
it,the girl "under discussion ran
quickly up the steps and straight to
the elder man. v ,
"Oh, Uncle Arthur," she began,
and then, seeming to note the pres
ence of the other man, she paused
abruptly in confusion.
"Janet, let me present Mr. Bailey.
My niece, Miss Rankin, Mr. Bailey."
-She acknowledged the introduc
tion with quiet dignity and went in.
The young man's face was one
over which a less kindly man than
Rankin might have gloVed in boast
"I'm more sorry than I can tell
you," he said in crimson mortifica
tion. "Now, never mind," said the
other. '"You've taught me some
thing. Let me thank you instead,"
and he put out his hand good-na-tupedly.
Bailey caught it in a firm
The next day he came upon Janet
ensconsed against a sand heap away
from the crowd of bathers, reading.
He asked if he mighfinterrupt Ja
net had "no objection. They talked
and the time sped on until his watch
warned him he had broken an en
gagement and he had "to leave.
That evening at a hotel dance
Janef, with her uncle, sat watching
the swirling, rainbow-tinted clouds
of tulle and chiffon float past on the
modishly arrayed dancers. Her own
gown, high-necked and neat, might
have suited a woman twice her age.
No one asked her to dance and she
felt strangely aloof and out of it all.
Tugging at her heart was the ques
tion, why should she be out of it?
She wanted to dance just as much
as any of those smiling, happy girls