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Show 334 :lkforetbc .tl)lrror ®I() llose an() Stiller door and whistling defiantly until he was out of hearing. There was no longer any need for Juliet to keep back the tears. Stretched at full length upon the disembowelled sofa, she buried her face in the pillow and wept until she could weep no more. Then she bathed her face, and pinned up her tangled hair, and went to the one long mirror the Crosby mansion boasted of, to take an inventory of herself. She could see that Romeo was right-she did n't look like a lady. Her skirt was too short and didn't hang evenly, and her belt was wrong because she had no corsets. Juliet made a wry face at the thought of a corset. None of her clothes fi tted like Isabel's, her face was tanned, her hands rough and red, and her nails impossible. "I look just like a boy," Juliet admitted to herself, "dressed up in girl's clothes. If Romie's hair was long, and he had on this dress, he'd look just like me." Pride forbade her to go to Isabel and inquire into the mysteries of her all-pervading femininity. Anyhow, Isabel would laugh at her. Anybody would laugh at her-unless Miss Bernard-but she had gone away. She was a lady, even more than Isabel, and so was the little old lady everybody called "Aunt Francesca." If she could see " Aunt Francesca," she " <tears, liMe <tears " wouldn't be ashamed to tell her what Romeo had said. If she only knew what to do, she could do it, for she had plenty of money. Juliet dimly discerned that money was very necessary if one would be the same sort of " lady" that the others were. "If Mamma hadn't died," said Juliet, to herself, " I guess I'd have been as much of a lady as anybody, and nobody would have dared call me a tomboy." Her heart ached for the gentle little mother who had died many years ago. "She would have known," sighed Juliet. " Mamma was a lady if anybody ever was, and she did n't have the money we've got either." The life of the Crosbys had been bare of luxuries and sometimes even of comforts, until the considerate uncle died and left his money to the twins. As fortunes go, it was not much, but it seemed inexhaustible to them because they did not know how to spend it. " I 'II go this very day," thought Juliet, "and see Aunt Francesca. I 'II ask her. If Isabel is there, I 'II have to wait, but if I don't ask for Isabel, maybe I won't see her." Having decided upon a plan of action, the way seemed easier, so Juliet went about her daily duties with a lighter heart, and even sang after a fashion, as she awkwardly pressed the wrinkles from her white muslin gown. Though it was September, it was still warm enough to wear it. 335 !\Plan of !let ton |