ietly slid down the
banister! Just as she reached the newel post the door opened. There
stood Doctor Hugh!

"Haven't forgotten how, have you?" he said, laughing. "That was
neatly done, dear. I saw you through the glass before I opened the
door."

Rosemary was painfully conscious of her shoes. Against her will, her
glance strayed down and the doctor's eyes followed hers.

"Why how fine we are!" he said.

Rosemary sat down on the last step and tried to pull her skirt down
over her feet.

"I know you don't like them, Hugh," she answered resentfully, "but I
don't see why I can't wear high heels when I'm dressed up. All the
girls do."

"They are very pretty shoes," said the doctor gravely. "And very
unsuitable for a walk on a cold, slushy winter day," he added.

Rosemary said nothing.

"I suppose you wheedled Aunt Trudy into letting you buy them,"
commented her brother presently. "Well, dear, there are some things
we won't learn except through experience. I'm disappointed that
Mother's wishes didn't have more weight with you."

Rosemary half expected him to forbid her to leave the house wearing
the new shoes, but he went on to his office without another word.
She opened the front door noiselessly and hastened uptown to meet
Nina Edmonds.

Walking was not the unconscious, easy swing that Rosemary was
accustomed to, in the patent leather footgear and it was simply
impossible for her to forget her feet for one instant. Nina was bent
on more shopping and Rosemary found it very tiresome to stand before
the counters and look at things she knew Nina did not mean to buy.
Finally the latter suggested that they go to the little tea room
recently opened and have tea. The prospect of being able to sit down
delighted poor Rosemary.

They had to cross the street and the tracks of the Interurban
trolley to reach the tea room and in crossing one of Rosemary's high
heels caught in the trolley rail.

"I can't get it out!" she cried, snatching off her glove and working
frantically at the shoe.

"Work your foot back and forth," advised Nina. "Oh, goodness, people
are stopping to look at you."

Sure enough, the Saturday afternoon shoppers, a larger crowd than
usual for many farmers drove in on the last day of the week to make
their purchases, were beginning to be attracted by the sight of the
two girls on the trolley tracks.

"How could you be so silly!" cried Nina in vexation. "Look at all
the rubes--if there is anything