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"Eleanor, I'm no better than you," said Carley, with disdain "I' to see myself--and you--and all this

rotten crowd of ours We're no good But you're ht to do sole and at loose

ends Oh, I'm in revolt! Think, Eleanor, just think Your husband

works hard to keep you in this expensive apartment You have a car

He dresses you in silks and satins You wear diamonds You eat your

breakfast in bed You loll around in a pink dressing gown all olf or worse than waste your

ti till time to come home to dress

for dinner You let other et sore You

do And so goes the round of your life What good on earth are you,

anyhow? You're just a--a gratification to the senses of your husband

And at that you don't see much of him"

"Carley, how you rave!" exclaiotten into

you lately? Why, everybody tells me you're--you're queer! The way you

insulted Morrison--how unlike you, Carley!"

"I'lad I found the nerve to do it What do you think, Eleanor?"

"Oh, I despise hier and truer if you did Some day I'll break out and flay

you and your friends alive"