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CAST OF CHARACTERS SUSIE LAMBERT—She served waffles and dreamed of being beautiful. DICK TREMAINE—He liked Susie’s waffles but he couldn’t see Susie. JEFF BOWMAN—His chief concern was to make Susie as beautiful as she wanted to be. -

Yesterday: The Bowmans entertain Susie, then Jeff leaves her at a luxurious hotel. Susie is frightened at its well-bred elegance.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

LONE in her room at last, Susie. - breathed easier and looked about with unbelieving eyes. John Harker had done well by his protége. Si - Thick carpet, soft lights, taffeta hangings, deep chairs. Susie wgndered about, touching lamp shades, bedspread, and drapes with beautylaying fingers. Finding a cord beside the drapes, she swished them ‘back and forth delightedly. . She tried all the chairs, turned the lamps off and on, examined the stationery in the desk and raised the French telephone to her lips. The dazzling bathroom was equally delightful, although Susie’s rapture was somewhat dimmed by her inability to avoid the mirrors. She undressed and bathed in the shining tub, experimenting with the shower, adoring the scented, cello-phane-wrapped soap. Finally, in her nightdress, she slid awkwardly between linen sheets. Reaching up to switch off the light she smiled blissfully. It was a smile that some day would be called enigmatic, provocative, but Susie had no way of knowing that. She awoke early, startled ior a moment, then remembering. Her eyes moved, taking in the details of luxury, her soul absorbing them. Somehow she had never been able to reach Dick in her shabby room, he had been remote as the stars. . With taffeta curtains ballooning in the morning breeze, with golden! sunshine spattering the carpet, she was part of this world, the world of ease and beauty. - Dressed in her horrible clothes, since last night she had come to appreciate how horrible they were,| she followed Jeff’s.suggestions and had breakfast sent to her room. He had been wrong about dinner being her last meal. She consumed catmeal with thick cream, bacon, eggs, muffins with marmalade, two doughnuts and three cups of coffee.

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UITE satisfied, she left a quarter on the tray and went to the throne-like chair in the lobby. A clock on the wall told her that she had an hour to wait. She sat quietly. > Meanwhile Jeff and his mother discussed her at breakfast. “She's like a fat cocoon, Jeff,” Edna said. “We don’t know what kind of a butterfly may come forth.” “Butterfly—ye gods,” Jeff- hooted. “If she’s a butterfly I'm Peter Pan sitting on a rose petal.” “I'm not so sure,” his mother went on, buttering his toast thick the way he liked it. “First she’ll have to get thin—" “Not too thin,” Jeff said, crunching his toast. “I hate em waspish.” “1 hadn’t gathered that Susie is being made over to suit you,” Edna put in dryly. “I've an idea she may have a good figure, her flesh is dis-

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EARS blurred the spark in Susie’s eyes. “I didn’t know it would be like this,” she faltered. “They’ll laugh at me in Rivertown and at home. And why shouldn’t they laugh? I'd laugh.” She settled back in her chair, the picture of obstinacy. “I won't go a step.” Jeff got up, shifting his weight uneasily from one foot to the other. His job was to bring Susie to Mr. Harker’s office and, as things stood, he’d have to employ the aid of a . derrick. “Look, Susie,” he began persuasively, “you can't’ get anything in this world without giving up something you cherish. Try to look at it this way. The Chief received 5000 letters from girls who wanted to be beautiful. Out of 5000 he chose : you. I know Mr. Harker, he won't 5 put you up to ridicule. I've helped NN : with the copy, it's dignified and handled—well, delicately.” : Susie shook her head violently. “I'll lose my job, Susie,” he said. “I was sent to get you and I'll lose my job if I fail. Edna will feel badly. She’s proud of my job, she thinks I'll get somewhere.” It was a master stroke. Susie stopped shaking her head. Jeff and ~ Edna were her friends. She couldn't let her friends down. In the car Jeff tried argument. “Reason it out, Susie. Men in business don’t go around spending money . on strange girls just because they've

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