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around her shoulders. Then she opened her top dresser drawer, took from it four or five sticks of grease paint, and began to make up her face.
 At the end of fifteen minutes. the pupils in the first-reader room at Locust school back home, would never have recognized their dear. dear teacher!
 Her brown eyes. with soft grease paint shadows around them, were as big as pansies. The lashes curved out from the lids in thick jet-black points. And against the creamy velvet of her skin her mouth was a flaming Cupid's bow.
 She caught up a bright yellow silk scarf from the open drawer of the dresser and bound 1t around her head. low above the straight black brows. Then she leaned away from the mirror to get the effect. It was startling. but good.
 She certainly didn't look like anybodys' idea Of school teacher now. She certainly looked noth- ing like Andy Jerrold's idea of a perfect wife. either.
 And if Aunt Gertrude met me on the street looking like this she'd never speak to me-" said Robbie to herself, and giggled at the thought.
 But she was beautiful. More beautiful. In a made-up unreal kind of way, than she ever had been be- fore. The paint, somehow, gave her face lure and a dash that 1t had never had for all it's loveliness, and Robbie knew it. You can fool woman about good many things, but you cannot fool her about the way she looks!
 Robbie purposely left little smearing of the brown grease paint around her eyes that night when she met Stella at Henry's restau rant for supper. She liked the way 1t made them look-big and soft and dreamy.
 She left a little of the rouge on her mouth, too, so that it glowed like a geranium petal in her rose white face.
 Men turned to take a second look at her as she walked along the boulevard, with her head up and her chin in. For all her little ness and slimness, she walked like a queen - or, at any rate, the way queens are supposed to walk.
 She saw Stella coming toward her a minute before Stella caught sight of her. And in that minute she noticed how Stella's feet dragged and how there were two bitter little lines from the corners of Stella's nose down to her lips. Hollywood had made those two cruel little lines in Stellas face. Hollywood, and disappointment and and disillusionment.
 But it won't do it to mel" Bob- bic promised herself. Tt isn't go- ing to beat me! I'm going to beat Hollywood."
 She went up to Stella and caught her by one arm of the cheaply smart velvet jacket that was be- ginning to show white along the seams.
 Hello, Doleful Dora!" she greet cd her cheerfully. 'come along, we're going to hop into cab and roll over to Marchetti's for ravioli tonight. It's my party-1'm cele- brating my first job! Got a call from Magnifica this afternoon. Isn't that marvellous? Aren't you surprised?"
 But there was no surprise in the white face above the velvetesn jacket.
 T know all about it." Stella an- swered evenly. II happened to be in the casting office when Mac Cloud called you up. I guess he'd been talking to Bill Ebbinger about you'
 MacCloud! That was the name Robbie had been trying to remem- Der ever since the day before. The name of the man with the blue eyes. The man who had popped into the casting office that very Angus MacCloud.
 ''So I was talking to MT. Mac- Cloud." she unused when she and Stella were in a cab. And I thought it was MT. Ebbinger all the time. Well, anyway. I'm to be at the studio tomorrow morning at eight-thirty sharp, with an eve ming dress and a fan and some fancy slippers-I'm just thrilled to pieces, Stella!"
 Stella looked at her wondering