she hasn't slept a wink all night and she's just drowsed off now and I hate to wake her.' 'Well, don't wake her,' he says. 'Let her sleep and tell her not to come in until she feels perfectly all right again.' That was nice of him, wasn't it?"
"Oh, he's a nice old duck," said Dot. "Shall I tell him tomorrow when I go in that I got married?"
"I would," said Edna. "He'll probably think it's a good joke about your friend pretending you had a toothache."
Dot sat down and began to pull on her stockings. If you rush downtown every morning at eight o'clock, you haven't the daily bath habit. You put on your stockings and then your pumps. You keep your nightgown on while you slide your chemise up under it. Then you take off the gown and go to the bathroom. You wash your face, neck, and ears and brush your teeth. Then you wash your hands and arms. Sometimes if there is a comb near the basin you experiment with different parts in your hair before the medicine-chest mirror. But whatever you do at that mirror doesn't count. Back in the bedroom, the actual hair-dressing is done. But before that you powder, your forehead first, working downward to your neck; then rouge on your cheeks, and next your lipstick is applied. Then you do your hair, and last you get into your dress, slipping it over your feet so as not to disarrange the hair. Now you're dressed.
"Edna, I think I'll go out and phone Eddie."
"Have your breakfast first."
"No, I'll be right back. It'll only take a minute. I think I'll phone the rooming-house. I don't think he went to work today and he's probably waiting for a call."
Dot went then, singing as she walked down the hall:
Oh, Stella, I love you so—"
