But I'll never wear anything again that can be called immoral. I want
to be able to say why I wear a dress. You haven't answered my question yet.
Why do you wear what you frankly admit is disgusting?"
"I don't know, Carley," replied Eleanor, helplessly. "How you harp on
things! We must dress to make other women jealous and to attract men. To be
a sensation! Perhaps the word 'immoral' is not what I mean. A woman will be
shocking in her obsession to attract, but hardly more than that, if she
knows it."
"Ah! So few women realize how they actually do look. Haze Ruff could tell
them."
"Haze Ruff. Who in the world is he or she?" asked Eleanor.
"Haze Ruff is a he, all right," replied Carley, grimly.
"Well, who is he?"
"A sheep-dipper in Arizona," answered Carley, dreamily.
"Humph! And what can Mr. Ruff tell us?"
"He told me I looked like one of the devil's angels--and that I dressed to
knock the daylights out of men."
"Well, Carley Burch, if that isn't rich!" exclaimed Eleanor, with a peal of
laughter. "I dare say you appreciate that as an original compliment."
"No. . . . I wonder what Ruff would say about jazz--I just wonder,"
murmured Carley.
"Well, I wouldn't care what he said, and I don't care what you say,"
returned Eleanor.
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