She
fixes up her figure something grand. Then she puts on that
veil--one of the kind you think you can see a face through but
you really can't. And she never lifts it till the `come on'
has given up his cash. Then----" Maud laughed. "Gee, but she
has had some hot run-ins after she hoists her curtain!"
"Why don't you wear a veil all the time?" asked Susan.
Maud tossed her head. "What do you take me for? I've got too
good an opinion of my looks for that."
Susan put on the veil. It was not of the kind that is a
disguise. Still, diaphanous though it seemed, it concealed
astonishingly the swelling in Susan's face. Obviously, then,
it must at least haze the features, would do something toward
blurring the marks that go to make identity.
"I shall always wear a veil," said Susan.
"Oh, I don't know," deprecated Maud. "I think you're quite
pretty--though a little too proper and serious looking to suit
some tastes."
Susan had removed veil and hat, was letting down her hair.
"What are you doing that for?" cried Maud impatiently. "We're
late now and----"
"I don't like the way my hair's done," cried Susan.
"Why, it was all right--real swell--good as a hairdresser could
have done."
But Susan went on at her task. Ever since she came East she
had worn it in a braid looped at the back of her head. She
proceeded to change this radically. With Maud forgetting to be
impatient in admiration of her swift fingers she made a
coiffure much more elaborate--wide waves out from her temples
and a big round loose knot behind.
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