The Importance of the Artistic Game

Mrs. Wilson had changed her costumes some time before, and was now attired in an elaborate afternoon dress of cream-colored chiffon. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive altar. As she expanded the room grew smaller around her until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaky pivot through the smokey air. My dear, she told her sister in a high, mincing shout, most of these fellows will cheat you every time. All they think of is money.