th-towel between you and the public."

"What are you talking about?" Joel reddened angrily. "I'm a man,
ain't I?"

"Well, we won't discuss that, seeing it's nothing to do with the case.
But I will say that the very men who make the most fuss about women's
dressing immodest, wouldn't mind riding through town on a band wagon
with nothing on but a pair of tights. And I think they'd be in better
business looking after the beams in their own eyes."

"That sort of thing is meant to allure." Joel pointed an accusing
finger toward the V-neck. "It's 'stepping o'er the bounds of modesty,'
as Shakespeare says, to entice your fellowmen."

"The jaw-bone of that ass that Samson killed a thousand Philistines
with," returned Persis severely, "ain't to be compared for deadliness,
it seems, with a woman's collar-bone. Looks to me as if 'twas high
time to stop calling women the weaker sex when it takes so little to
bring about a man's undoing. I've known plenty of foolish women in my
time, but the most scatter-brained, silly girl I ever set my eyes on
could see any number of men with their collars off and their trousers
rolled up and not be any more allured than if she was looking at so
many gate-posts. You men have certainly got to be a feeble sex, Joel.
The wonder is you don't mind owning up to it."

"'Vanity of vanities,'" taunted Joel from the doorway, "'all is
vanity.'" He withdrew hastily, carrying with him the uneasy conviction
that he had come off second-best in the encounter. And Persis, her
cheeks hot with indignation, cut the V-neck a good eighth of an inch
lower than she had intended.

In spite of this inauspicious beginning, she was presently singing over
her work. There was something distinctly exhilarating in the idea of
devoting a week to her personal needs, keeping her customers waiting,
if necessary, though she hardly thought this probable, as the season
was still slack. And the elation of her mood reached its climax when
Annabel Sinclair sent Diantha down to say that she wished her black net
made over, and was in a hurry. Persis had heard nothing from Annabel
since Diantha had worn home her first long dress. And though she had
reckoned on the probability that the opening of the fall season would
bring her irate patron to terms, Persis experienced vast satisfaction
in returning a nonchalant reply to the peremptory message.

"Can't do a thing just now, Diantha. Next week, Friday, if your mother
hasn