Which is rediculous, because I am not her tipe, and her things
do not suit me very well anyhow. And I have never borowed
anything but gloves and handkercheifs, except Maidie's dress and
the hat.
She had, however, not locked her bathroom, and finding a
bunch of violets in the washbowl I put them on. It does not hurt
violets to wear them, and anyhow I knew Carter Brooks had sent
them and she ought to wear only Beresford's flowers if she means
to marry him.
Jane at once remarked that I looked changed.
"Naturaly," I said, in a _blase_ maner.
"If I didn't know you, Bab," she observed, "I would say
that you are rouged."
I became very stiff and distant at that. For Jane, although
my best friend, had no right to be suspicous of me.
"How do I look changed?" I demanded.
"I don't know. You--Bab, I beleive you are up to some
mischeif!"
"Mischeif?"
"You don't need to pretend to me," she went on, looking
into my very soul. "I have eyes. You're not decked out this way
for _me_."
I had meant to tell her nothing, but spying just then a man
ahead who walked like Adrian, I was startled.
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