cabphor. Adyway, I'b goig; I jusd could'd bear to biss id. Bud loog ad by dose, Kade; id's as red as fire, ad every dibe I powder id I have do blow id agaid."
Kate banged down the ironing board, flung Evelyn's dress across it. But as the creases came smooth under the iron, her frown smoothed. She no longer felt inferior, dowdy, and unsophisticated, "old Mrs. Green." She was kind Kate, helping Evelyn.
When she carried the dress upstairs Evelyn was lying on the bed, her skirt crumpled under her, her shoes right on the nice white counterpane.
"Evelyn! Do you know what time it is?"
"Oh, Mrs. Green, do I have to go?"
"Why, of course! The guest of honor! We ought to be half-way there now. Don't you feel well, dear?"
She did look white; the shadows around her eyes were deeper than usual; her dark hair was pressed to her damp forehead in a way somehow touching and childlike, so that Kate suddenly, shyly, stooped and kissed her. Evelyn caught her hand.
"Mrs. Green, you've pressed my dress for me!"
"Oh, that was nothing, dear."
"You're sweet to me. Let's not go to the tea. Let's stay here and have tea in the kitchen together."
"Now hop up, goosie! Call me if you need any help."
And she went smiling to struggle into her dress—oh, bother, another hair net gone—to work her fingers into
