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CHAPTER I.
AN ADVENTURE IN FINE FEATHERS.
THE sewing room of Mrs. Hillary, of No. 22 Harrington Drive, was not only a practical workroom, but a thing of beauty as well ; and the cheaply clothed sewing girl who had come from somewhere down on the lower East Side to ply thread and needle for ten hours at twenty-five cents per hour, cast many an envious glance at the sumptuous furnishings as she sang her song of the shirt.
It was a song not only of shirts, but of fine dresses and dainty lingerie — garments that needed here and there a stitch, or perhaps a little altering, according to Mrs. Hillary's instructions. In that sun-flooded room, with the rich draperies at the windows, and the big leather rest chair and settee, and the three or four real paintings on the walls to gladden the worker's eyes, the passing hours were far from tedious to the girl.
She was humming softly when, toward late afternoon, Mrs. Hillary came in. A lady whose age might have been anything between thirty and fifty ; still youthful of figure and gowned to perfection, eyes still bright, and with just the merest hint of wrinkles — this was Mrs. Hillary. She carried in her arms a lace frock.
"Stand up for a moment, my dear," she said.
The sewing girl rose.
"Just let me see how you would look in this."
Smiling, the girl held the frock in front of her.
"Beautiful!" exclaimed Mrs. Hillary. ''With a tiny bit off the skirt it will fit you, I believe, and, judging from your lovely throat I think you can wear a low-cut gown to advantage. White becomes you wonderfully. My dear, I am going to ask you to be a guest of mine to-night. This will be your 'coming-out' frock. Do you like the idea?"
The eyes of the little seamstress