I know--because they tell me--and most of them are married men.

And second, and last and always--remember, my dear, that with your figure and your face and your lovely hair which you do so well, you don't have to put up with any man! You can get right out whenever you please! And the only trouble will be to choose your next from all the others who will come crowding about you! And whether you make him marry you--well--I honestly think there's not much choice." She rose and said, with a strange little smile.
"Now that I've had my little revenge on your beast of a husband for spoiling it all, when I wasn't doing the least bit of harm and was leaving anyhow this week--let's say good-bye and each get to our packing." "She was once like me.

I could be like her," thought Ethel late that night.

She had been lying awake for hours.

"I could be--but I won't!" she declared.