ld lose their job if they came with it on their
faces again but she must risk it this once. A little penciling of the
eyebrows, a little powder here and there, and Julia felt very sure as she
looked at herself in the glass that she would "do."

Her shoes needed brushing but she hadn't time for them, for, even now, she
had only time to run as fast as she could to get the car which would bring
her to the office in time. There was a button off her coat which she had
forgotten, but the coat needn't be worn; her fingernails needed attention,
but she never cared much about them. As long as her face, and her hair,
and her clothes were all in style, she was all right to go anywhere.

Promptly at five, the King car came to the door of the factory and Julia
stepped in, followed by the envious glances of her friends in the office.
What a ride it was through the open country! Miles and miles of beauty
such as Julia had never seen. Mrs. King found so many interesting things
for her to see that all the restraint wore away, and she found herself
talking to her friend and telling her all about her own life and
pleasures.

Then Mrs. King told her a little about what she did with her time and, to
her surprise, Julia found that Mrs. King was a very busy woman. Over and
over as they talked, Julia noticed how soft and sweet Mrs. King's voice
was and how carefully she used the best of English. And again, Julia found
herself wishing she were like Mrs. King. Somehow she did not care to use
the slang words that seemed so necessary when she talked with the girls.

When their coats were removed at the Country Club, Julia found that Mrs.
King was very simply dressed in a dark blue serge dress with little white
collar and cuffs. Many other girls and women in the group were dressed in
the same way. Then Julia became suddenly conscious of the run-over heels
and the torn skirt, for she and Mrs. King were in the center of the room,
and she was being introduced as "My friend Julia." How she did wish she
had taken mother's advice and worn the new, pretty serge!

In one of the corners of the dining-room there was a little table for two
that overlooked the lake, and towards this Mrs. King made her way. Here
they could see every one and yet be quite alone. Then Mrs. King told her a
little of the people in the room. Here was the wife of a noted judge; that
was the High School teacher of whom she must have heard the girls speak if
they had ever been to tha