The Waterbury Democrat., 1936-04-20

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There was no opportunity for . reply. With a shrug of her shoul- ders. the dark-haircd girl was gone.
 Toby stood motionless, held by the stinging words. The girl had been deliberately insulting. It was in her manner and tone aS well as n the words themselves. And there wasn't any excuse for It.
 Harriet came up beside Toby. She said something, but the other did not seem to hear. Harriet re- peated, Come on, Toby. Miss Lan- ders is ready for us."
 She put a hand on the other girls arm. Toby nodded, but instead of answering she asked, Harriet, who is that girl over by the win- dows?"
 Harriet looked across the room. You mean the one in the black and white dress2" she asked.
 Toby said "Yes." It was the girl she had been talking to.
 Harriet lowered her voice. That" she said, "is about as nice a dish of poison as you'd be able to find in a days search. Carol Marsh is her name. One of the Park avenue darlings who think it's too, too thrilling to have a ca- reeah, my deahl So they use the family pull and get jobs that other girls really need. And the other girls go hungry. The blond beside her is her pal, Betty Turnbull. They're two of a kind-only Carols worse. If you're lucky, you won't have to work with them very often. If you do--well, stay out of Carols way"
 Toby looked at the girl by the window. "I'll stay out of her way" she said, If she stays out of mine. If she doesn't, she'd better watch out!"
 Toby wouldn't have echoed Har- riet's statement that there was nothing to" modelling in fashion show. She thought there was god deal to it. But working in the studios had accustomed her to being stared at. and she had learned to forget herself and think of the costume she was displaying.
 She had some lovely things to wear-bright colored sport things, mostly, because she was small and an evening dress that was a dream crisp, bouffant net shading from deep rose at the hem to misty pink over the shoulders.
 The charity fashion show was be- ing held in the hotel ballroom. Small tables had been set up for tea and the models were to parade slowly among the tables, pausing when anyone showed interest to tell the name of the designer of the costume and the price.
 Toby had expected to be fright ened when she first entered the room. She found she wasn't. Care fully she watched the girl ahead of her. When the other girl was half way across the room, Toby fol- lowed. The orchestra was playing 8 popular tune and she matched her step to the music.
 She was wearing a black taffeta suit with short jacket, supposed to be the sub-deb's Easter costume. There was huge black and green checked bow under Toby's chin and she wore green hat, sIanting pro- Vocatively over one eye.
 This is an original Claudette model" she said to a woman who looked up inquiringly. "The price is $185. The hat is from Charles Raymond-$4050.
 She said it over and over until it almost became chant. This is an original Claudettc model"
 Women glanced up from their tea and eyed the taffeta suit criti- cally. And some asked about sizes and if the suit could be had in dif- ferent colors. Slowly Toby circled the room. Her own amazement at suits that sold for $l85 and the women who bought them had ended long ago.
 She reached the final table, paused to repeat the familiar words and turned toward the door. A sound behind halted her. It must have been sixth sense that warned her, for, even before she turned. Toby was sure whom she was to face. She looked up into Tim Jamieson's eyes.
 Hello" he said, smiling. Third times charm. you know"
 (T0 Be C0ntinued)