“C. Q.”; or, In the Wireless House
ing the disks into place and starting to play with boisterous enthusiasm.
“S-s- sh- sh- sh- sh- sh- click - cluck!” went the disks. "S-s- sh- sh- sh- sh- clock - click - click!”
Two old maids began walking up and down in the sun outside and paused in front of the window.
“You 've noticed her, of course,” remarked the first in a rather asthmatic but distinctly superior manner. “She ’s the one that wears the daycollytay gown and the big string of pearls every night.”
“Noticed her! I should say I had!” answered the other in the cracked, nasal tones that Lily had learned to know so well as a child in Lowell. “Bad taste, I call it. I don't know what it is about such women attracts men so!”
“Well, I ’m glad I don’t know!” sniffed the other. “They say she acted scandalous over there and that she was the Prince’s—”
The woman lowered her voice and the pair moved off along the deck out of earshot. Lily smiled comfortably among her pillows. Poor flat-chested, withered things! No, they would97
