“You can have it,” said Nancy, with uplifted nose.  “I’ll take my eight a week and hall bedroom.  I like to be among nice things and swell people.  And look what a chance I’ve got!  Why, one of our glove girls married a Pittsburg—­steel maker, or blacksmith or something—­the other day worth a million dollars.  I’ll catch a swell myself some time.  I ain’t bragging on my looks or anything; but I’ll take my chances where there’s big prizes offered.  What show would a girl have in a laundry?”

“Why, that’s where I met Dan,” said Lou, triumphantly.  “He came in for his Sunday shirt and collars and saw me at the first board, ironing.  We all try to get to work at the first board.  Ella Maginnis was sick that day, and I had her place.  He said he noticed my arms first, how round and white they was.  I had my sleeves rolled up.  Some nice fellows come into laundries.  You can tell ’em by their bringing their clothes in suit cases; and turning in the door sharp and sudden.”

“How can you wear a waist like that, Lou?” said Nancy, gazing down at the offending article with sweet scorn in her heavy-lidded eyes.  “It shows fierce taste.”

“This waist?” cried Lou, with wide-eyed indignation.  “Why, I paid $16. for this waist.  It’s worth twenty-five.  A woman left it to be laundered, and never called for it.  The boss sold it to me.  It’s got yards and yards of hand embroidery on it.  Better talk about that ugly, plain thing you’ve got on.”

“This ugly, plain thing,” said Nancy, calmly, “was copied from one that Mrs. Van Alstyne Fisher was wearing.  The girls say her bill in the store last year was $12,000.  I made mine, myself.  It cost me $1.50.  Ten feet away you couldn’t tell it from hers.”

“Oh, well,” said Lou, good-naturedly, “if you want to starve and put on airs, go ahead.  But I’ll take my job and good wages; and after hours give me something as fancy and attractive to wear as I am able to buy.”

But just then Dan came—­a serious young man with a ready-made necktie, who had escaped the city’s brand of frivolity—­an electrician earning 30 dollars per week who looked upon Lou with the sad eyes of Romeo, and thought her embroidered waist a web in which any fly should delight to be caught.

“My friend, Mr. Owens—­shake hands with Miss Danforth,” said Lou.

“I’m mighty glad to know you, Miss Danforth,” said Dan, with outstretched hand.  “I’ve heard Lou speak of you so often.”

“Thanks,” said Nancy, touching his fingers with the tips of her cool ones, “I’ve heard her mention you—­a few times.”

Lou giggled.

“Did you get that handshake from Mrs. Van Alstyne Fisher, Nance?” she asked.

“If I did, you can feel safe in copying it,” said Nancy.

“Oh, I couldn’t use it, at all.  It’s too stylish for me.  It’s intended to set off diamond rings, that high shake is.  Wait till I get a few and then I’ll try it.”

“Learn it first,” said Nancy wisely, “and you’ll be more likely to get the rings.”