Jenny turned and looked her over critically from head to foot.

Then she turned away without a word and let the cloak fall to the ground.

It fell about her feet; she kicked it viciously away, and at the same time she kicked off one of those shoes of which she so much complained.

Jenny was never the woman to mince her language, and to-night she was in her surliest mood.

So she swore simply and heartily, to the mother's utter astonishment and indignation.
"Damn!" she said, hobbling across the room to the corner, whither her shoe had fallen.