of love. I wish I had a Prince Charming. Bill would do, all right, but he
thinks I'm too fat. I wish I could get thinner--all of them are. Lotta's
like a golf club and Daisy's like a breadstick.

"I s'pose they were born that way.

"I wasn't.

"I wonder when we'll begin to keep a family.

"I'm crazy about Bill--I am--I am--

"Am I?

"All the girls are, too.

"Does he care for them? For any of them? For all of them?

"For that detestable Daisy? That disgusting Iva? That rotten Lotta!

"Oh, I may as well admit it--I just adore Bill!

"This frock is too tight--I must have it stretched.

"Yes, I'm mad over my husband--but--"

* * * * *

She sought Petticoat in his rooms.