If her dress did not prove that she was on the topmost bough of the tree, then nothing could. Though that night is still recent history, times have changed. Divettes could do more with three hundred a month then than they can with eight hundred now.

As we passed she examined me with a curiosity whose charm was its frankness. Of course, she put me out of countenance, particularly when she put her hand on my sleeve. Divettes have the right to do these things.

“I know who you are,” she said, laughing and showing her teeth. “You are dear old Sully’s cousin; he pointed you out to me the other night when you were at the Diana. Now, don’t say you aren’t, or I shall look such a fool; and for goodness’ sake don’t say you don’t know me —