know how hard engagements are to get."

"Never mind. I'll pay for everything."

But Emily shook her fluffy head. She had a good part, a few lines to speak
and a bit of a song to sing in a successful musical comedy. She looked back
on the two years' price she had paid for that little bit of a song. It was
dearer to her than anything--save one thing--in life.

"I can't. Besides, don't you think a couple of girls fooling about alone
look rather silly? It wouldn't really be very funny without a man."

Zora rose in protest. "The whole human race is man-mad! Even mother. I
think everybody is detestable!"

The maid announced "Mr. Mordaunt Prince," and a handsome man with finely
cut, dark features and black hair parted in the middle and brushed tightly
back over the head, entered the room. Emmy presented him to Zora, who
recognized him as the leading man at the theater where Emmy was playing.
Zora exchanged a few polite commonplaces with the visitor and then took her
leave. Emmy accompanied her to the front door of the flat.

"Isn't he charming?"

"That creature?" asked Zora.

Emmy laughed. "In your present mood you would find fault with an
archangel. Good-bye, darling, and take care of yourself."

She bore no malice, having a kind heart and being foolishly happy. When she