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Audrey was frightened She did not care a penny's worth what her little

world thought Indeed, she knew that she had given it a new thrill and

so had won its enthusiastic approval She was afraid of what Clayton

would think

She was absurdly quiet and virtuous all the next day, gathered out her

stockings and an a personal expenditure account for the

New-year, heading it carefully with "darning silk, 50 cents"; wrote a

long letter to Chris, and--listened for the telephone If only he would

call her, so she could explain Still, what could she explain? She had

done it It ater over the dam--and it is no fault of Audrey's that

she would probably have spelled it "damn"

By noon she was fairly abject She did not analyze her own anxiety, or

why the recollection of her escapade, which would a short time before

have filled her with a sort of unholy joy, now turned her sick and

tre

Then, in the asped a

little when she heard his voice

"I wanted to tell you, Audrey," he said, "that we can probably use the

girl you spoke about, rather soon"

"Very well Thank you Is--wasn't there sory, aren't you?"