She withdrew from the mirror and touched Theresa on the arm.
"What do you mean, I look awful?" she asked challengingly.
"You look sick."
"Are you sure you meant that?"
"Yes, why?"
"Well, there's been a lot of remarks passed here tonight that I didn't like the sound of. I heard Anna say that I was tough-looking."
Anna fixed surprised eyes on Louise. "I did not say that."
"You did so. When you and Fred were sitting under the lamp on the floor there."
"Oh, Louise, take it up tomorrow," Lillian said. "It's too late now."
"Well, she did say it, Lillian, I heard her."
"I did not."
"I'll leave it to Theresa. She's sober. Theresa, didn't Anna say—"
"I didn't hear her," said Theresa.
"That's the kind of a friend I figured you for," Louise said, scornfully.
"Well, I can't help it if I didn't hear it," Theresa protested.
The men, with hats in hand, stood in the doorway waiting for the girls to finish. Anna was crying and reciting some wrong which Louise had done her a year ago Washington's Birthday.
"You can all go to hell," Louise said.
