She sped from one to the other of the three rooms uttering shrieks
of rapture. Even the bath-room, which was much like any other,
although as cramped as a Chinese lady's foot, excited a burst of
enthusiasm.

At last she ceased her inspection, quite out of breath, and
declared: "I'm enchanted. I tell you there's nothing like these
inside apartments, after all, you're so safe from burglars. But
the RENT! My dear, you stole this place. And to think it's all
yours--why, I'm going to live and die here."

"WILL you? I mean live--"

The dancer laughed. "No, no. If I did either they'd fire you out.
But I'll come often, and we'll have the dearest parties--just we
two, without any men. We'll let our hair down, and cook and--WILL
you look at that gas-stove? I could eat it."

It was impossible to resist such infectious spirits. Lorelei began
to see sunshine, and before she knew it she was laughing, in the
best of humor with herself and her surroundings. Adoree, clad now
in a nameless, formless garment which she had discovered in a
closet, her own modish belongings safely rolled up in a sheet, had
covered her head with a towel turban and incased her feet in an
old pair of shoes. Thus equipped, she fell upon the task of
regeneration with fanatic zeal. She became grimy; a smear of soot
disfigured her face; her skirt dragged, her shoe-tops flopped, and
the heels clattered; but she was hilariously happy.

Side by side the girls worked; they forgot their luncheon, then