"Yes," assented Jean, "that would probably be the best thing to do. He won't mind having us go to the office because he told us to take the key there—but where is his office."
"I know," said Bettie. "Here's the address on the letter, and the dentist I go to is right near there, so I can find it easily."
"Then let's start right away," cried eager Mabel, uncovering a disheveled head and a tear-stained countenance. "Don't let's lose a minute."
"Mercy no," said Jean, taking Mabel by the shoulders and pushing her before her to the blue-room mirror. "Do you think you can go any place looking like that? Do you think you look like a desirable tenant? We've all got to be just as clean and neat as we can be. We've got to impress him with our—our ladylikeness."
"I'll braid Mabel's hair," offered Bettie, "if Marjory will run around the block and get all our hats. I'm wearing Dick's straw
