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resser and began to polish her already glittering nails, turning her head this way and that, preening her neck, biting her scarlet lips to deepen their crimson, opening her eyes wide and half closing them languorously. Julia, down on her knees in combat with the trickiest of the hooks, glanced up and saw. Two-eighteen caught the glance in the mirror. She stopped her idle polishing and preening to study the glowing and lovely little face that looked up at her. A certain queer expression grew in her eyes--a speculative, eager look. "Tell me, little girl," she said, "What do you do round here?" Julia turned from the mirror to the last of the hooks, her fingers working nimbly. "Me? My regular job is working. Don't jerk, please. I've fastened this one three times." "Working!" laughed Two-eighteen, fingering the diamonds at her throat. "What does a pretty girl like you want to do that for?" "Hook off here," said Julia. "Shall I sew it?" "Pin it!" snapped Two-eighteen. Julia's tidy nature revolted. "It'll take just a minute to catch it with thread--" Two-eighteen whirled about in one of the sudden hot rages of her kind: "Pin it, you fool! Pin it! I told you I was late!" Julia paused a moment, the red surging into her face. Then in silence she knelt and wove a pin deftly in and out. When she rose from her knees her face was quite white. "There, that's the girl!" said Two-eighteen blithely, her rage forgotten. "Just pat this over my shoulders." She handed a powder-puff to Julia and turned her back to the broad mirror, holding a hand-glass high as she watched the powder-laden puff leaving a snowy coat on the neck and shoulders and back so generously displayed in the cherry-coloured gown. Julia's face was set and hard. "Oh, now, don't sulk!" coaxed Two-eighteen good-naturedly, all of a sudden. "I hate sulky girls. I like people to be cheerful round me." "I'm not used to being yelled at," Julia said resentfully. Two-eighteen patted her cheek lightly. "You come out with me to-morrow and I'll buy you something pretty. Don't you like pretty clothes?" "Yes; but--" "Of course you do. Every girl does--especially pretty ones like you. How do you like this dress? Don't you think it smart?" She turned squarely to face Julia, trying on her the tricks she had practised in the mirror. A little cruel look came into Julia's face. "Last year's, isn't it?" she asked coolly. "This!" cried Two-eighteen,
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