a lady."

"Making you a lady!" exclaimed Larry. "How?"

"By putting me where I can watch real ladies, and study them. Barney
cut short my being in a chorus; Barney said a chorus girl never
learned to pass for a lady. So I've been working in places where the
swellest women come. First in a milliner shop; then as dresser to a
model in the shop of a swell modiste; always watching how the ladies
behave. Now I'm at the Ritzmore, and I carry a tray of cigarettes
around the tables at lunch and at tea-time and during dinner and
during the after-theater supper. I'm supposed to be there to sell
cigarettes, but I'm really there to watch how the ladies handle their
knives and forks and behave toward the men. Isn't it all awfully
clever?"

"Why, Maggie!" he exclaimed.

"And pretty soon, when I've learned more," she continued rapidly, "I'm
going to have swell clothes of my own--and be a lady--and get away
from this dingy, stuffy, dead old place! I can't stand for being
buried down here much longer. And, oh, Larry, I'm going to begin to
work with you!"

"What?" he blinked, not yet quite understanding.

"You think I'm not clever enough? But I am!" she protested. "I tell
you I've learned a lot. And Barney and father have let me help in a
lot of things--nothing really big yet, of course. They think I'm going
to be a wonder. Just to-day father was saying that you and I, teamed