"
"Oh, come now, Mrs. McChesney!" objected Ed Meyers.
With a sudden, quick movement Emma McChesney turned from the window to
the little dark man who was watching her so intently. She faced him
squarely, as though utterly disregarding Ed Meyers' flattery and
banter and cajolery. The little man before her seemed to recognize the
earnestness of the moment. He leaned forward a bit attentively.
"If what has been said is true," she began, this ought to be a good
thing for me. If I go into it, I'll go in heart, soul, brain, and
pocket-book. I do know the skirt business from thread to tape and back
again. I've managed to save a few thousand dollars. Only a woman could
understand how I've done it. I've scrimped on little things. I've
denied myself necessities. I've worn silk blouses instead of linen
ones to save laundry-bills and taken a street-car or 'bus to save a
quarter or fifty cents. I've always tried to look well dressed and
immaculate--"
"You!" exclaimed Ed Meyers. "Why, say, you're what I call a swell
dresser.
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