A Poor Wise Man HTML version
"If that fellow said anything over the telephone - !"
She looked up drearily.
"It wasn't him. He doesn't matter. It's just - I got to hating myself." She stood up
and carefully dabbed her eyes. "Heavens, I must be a sight. Now don't you get to
thinking things, Mr. Cameron. Girls can't go out and fight off a temper, or get full
and sleep it off. So they cry."
Some time later he glanced out at her. She was standing before the little mirror
above the chewing gum, carefully rubbing her cheeks with a small red pad. After
that she reached into the show case, got out a lip pencil and touched her lips.
"You're pretty enough without all that, Miss Edith."
"You mind your own business," she retorted acidly.