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It was the lively plaid that Miss Hastings now clad herself in.

She loved that suit.Not only did it give her figure a superb opportunity but also it brought out new beauties in her contour and coloring.And her head was so well shaped and her hair grew so thickly about brow and ears and nape of neck that it looked full as well plaited and done close as when it was framing her face and half concealing, half revealing her charming ears in waves of changeable auburn.After a lingering--and pardonably pleased--look at herself in a long mirror, she descended, mounted and rode slowly down toward town.

The old Galland homestead was at the western end of town--in a quarter that had become almost poor.But it was so dignified and its grounds were so extensive that it suggested a manor house with the humble homes of the lord's dependents clustering about it for shelter.To reach it Jane had to ride through two filthy streets lined with factories.As she rode she glanced at the windows, where could be seen in dusty air girls and boys busy at furiously driven machines-- machines that compelled their human slaves to strain every nerve in the monotonous task of keeping them occupied.Many of the girls and boys paused long enough for a glance at the figure of the man-clad girl on the big horse.

Jane, happy in the pleasant sunshine, in her beauty and health and fine raiment and secure and luxurious position in the world, gave a thought of pity to these imprisoned young people.``How lucky I am,'' she thought, ``not to have been born like that.Of course, we all have our falls now and then.But while they always strike on the hard ground, I've got a feather bed to fall on.''

When she reached Martha's and was ushered into the cool upstairs sitting room, in somehow ghastly contrast to the hot rooms where the young working people sweated and strained, the subject persisted in its hold on her thoughts.There was Martha, in comfortable, corsetless expansiveness--an ideal illustration of the worthless idler fattening in purposelessness.She was engaged with all her energies in preparing for the ball Hugo Galland's sister, Mrs.Bertrand, was giving at the assembly rooms that night.

``I've been hard at it for several days now,'' said she.``Ithink at last I see daylight.But I want your opinion.''

Jane gazed absently at the dress and accompanying articles that had been assembled with so much labor.``All right,'' said she.

``You'll look fine and dandy.''

Martha twitched.``Jane, dear--don't say that-- don't use such an expression.I know it's your way of joking.But lots of people would think you didn't know any better.''

``Let 'em think,'' said Jane.``I say and do as I please.''

Martha sighed.Here was one member of her family who could be a credit, who could make people forget the unquestionably common origin of the Hastingses and of the Morleys.Yet this member was always breaking out into something mortifying, something reminiscent of the farm and of the livery stable--for the deceased Mrs.Hastings had been daughter of a livery stable keeper--in fact, had caught Martin Hastings by the way she rode her father's horses at a sale at a county fair.Said Martha:

``You haven't really looked at my clothes, Jane.Why DID you go back to calling yourself Jane?''

``Because it's my name,'' replied her sister.

``I know that.But you hated it and changed it to Jeanne, which is so much prettier.''

``I don't think so any more,'' replied Miss Hastings.``My taste has improved.Don't be so horribly middle class, Martha--ashamed of everything simple and natural.''

``You think you know it all--don't you?--just because you've lived abroad,'' said Martha peevishly.

``On the contrary, I don't know one-tenth as much as I thought Idid, when I came back from Wellesley with a diploma.''

``Do you like my costume?'' inquired Martha, eying her finery with the fond yet dubious expression of the woman who likes her own taste but is not sure about its being good taste.

``What a lazy, worthless pair we are!'' exclaimed Jane, hitting her boot leg a tremendous rap with her little cane.

Martha startled.``Good God--Jane--what is it?'' she cried.

``On the way here I passed a lot of factories,'' pursued Jane.

``Why should those people have to work like--like the devil, while we sit about planning ball dresses?''

Martha settled back comfortably.``I feel so sorry for those poor people,'' said she, absently sympathetic.

``But why?'' demanded Jane.``WHY? Why should we be allowed to idle while they have to slave? What have we done--what are we doing--to entitle us to ease? What have they done to condemn them to pain and toil?''

``You know very well, Jane, that we represent the finer side of life.''

``Slop!'' ejaculated Jane.

``For pity's sake, don't let's talk politics,'' wailed Martha.

``I know nothing about politics.I haven't any brains for that sort of thing.''

``Is that politics?'' inquired Jane.``I thought politics meant whether the Democrats or the Republicans or the reformers were to get the offices and the chance to steal.''

``Everything's politics, nowadays,'' said Martha, comparing the color of the material of her dress with the color of her fat white arm.``As Hugo says, that Victor Dorn is dragging everything into politics--even our private business of how we make and spend our own money.''

Jane sat down abruptly.``Victor Dorn,'' she said in a strange voice.``WHO is Victor Dorn? WHAT is Victor Dorn? It seems that I can hear of nothing but Victor Dorn to-day.''

``He's too low to talk about,'' said Martha, amiable and absent.

``Why?''

``Politics,'' replied Martha.``Really, he is horrid, Jane.''

``To look at?''

``No--not to look at.He's handsome in a way.Not at all common looking.You might take him for a gentleman, if you didn't know.

Still--he always dresses peculiarly--always wears soft hats.Ithink soft hats are SO vulgar--don't you?''

``How hopelessly middle-class you are, Martha,'' mocked Jane.

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