"Maggie!" he exclaimed, when she had finished and stood before him
glowing and panting. "Good! Where did you learn that?"

"In the chorus of a cabaret revue."

"Is that what you're doing now, working in a chorus?"

"No. Barney and father said a chorus was no place for me." She drew
nearer. "Oh, Larry, I've such a lot to tell you."

"Go on."

"Well"--she cocked her head impishly--"I've been going to school."

"Going to school! Where?"

"Lots of places. Just now I'm going to school at the Ritzmore Hotel."

"At the Ritzmore Hotel!" He stared at her bewildered. "What are you
learning there?"

"To be a lady." She laughed at his increasing bewilderment. "A real
lady, Larry," she went on excitedly. "Oh, it's such a wonderful idea!
Father had never seemed to think much of me till the night I went to a
masquerade ball with Mr. Hunt, and he and Barney saw me in these
clothes. They had never seen me really dressed up before; Barney said
it was an eye-opener. They saw how I could be of big use to you all.
But to be that, I've got to be a lady--a real lady, who knows how to
behave and wear real clothes. That's what they're doing now: making me