"I suppose he did give her everything," said Alicia, the glint coming into her yellow eyes.
"But she paid for it, you bet!" This judgment came from Myrtle Song, who was considered a prude by the girls.
"What if she did?" snapped Alicia. "She enjoyed it when she had it. Did he give her an apartment?"
"The classiest little flat I ever set foot in. And girls, you may not think it to look at her now, but I knew the day that Eleanor Grant had three nigger servants."
"Three?" they echoed in awed voices, while Minnie Flynn wondered how she had dared be so familiar with her.
"One Christmas that man gave her a diamond and emerald lizard that went clear across her bosom."
"Did she have a car of her own?" asked Alicia, bending forward, her full red lips parted over her little pointed teeth.
"No, but the same as having one. He's got three. Why, the way Eleanor was riding around in cars you'd of thought she owned a garage."
"Is that so?" murmured Alicia. "Think of the luck a girl like that fell into. But he always throws his dames over, don't he?" She glanced into the mirror, wondering if a man like Beauregard would admire her type.
"Poor devils," said Mrs. Lee, "but I've seen them come and go in my day. Some women are weak enough to take their own life; they can't stand the hard knocks. They could if they had faith though. That's why I advise you girls to cling to your religion like I've done. God is the only friend we can ever be sure of, girls." And Mrs. Lee's eyes filled with tears. "It makes my heart ache to hear her," she said. "She ought to be in the Adirondacks instead of hanging around the studios trying to get on her feet again."
Myrtle Song told them that Weaver, who was Hal Deane's new assistant, had promised Eleanor a good part in "David
