He informed her that she looked like a kid, and that that was some
classy little gown, and it wasn't every woman who could wear that kind
of thing and get away with it. It took a certain style. Hattie smiled,
and hummed off-key to the tune the orchestra was playing, and Ed told
her it was a shame she didn't do something with that voice.
"I have something to tell you," said Hattie. "Just before I left I had
a talk with old Kiser. Or rather, he had a talk with me. You know I
have pretty much my own way in my department. Pity if I couldn't have.
I made it. Well, Kiser wanted to know why I didn't buy Featherlooms. I
said we had no call for 'em, and he came back with figures to prove
we're losing a good many hundreds a year by not carrying them. He said
the Strauss Sans-silk skirt isn't what it used to be. And he's right."
"Oh, say--" objected Ed Meyers.
"It's true," insisted Hattie. "But I couldn't tell him that I didn't
buy Featherlooms because McChesney made me tired. Besides, she never
entertains me when I'm in New York.
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