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"I'd like Mr.
Galbraith to see that, too." And the saleswoman, now placated, bustled
away.
"This thing that I've got on," said Rose swiftly, "costs a hundred and
fifty dollars, but I know I can copy it for twenty. I can't get the
materials exactly of course, but I can come near enough."
"Will you try this one on, miss?" asked the saleswoman, coming on the
scene again with the frock she had been sent for.
"No," said Rose. "Just hold it up."
Galbraith admitted it was beautiful, but wasn't overwhelmed at all as
he had been by the other.
"It's not quite so much your style, is it? Not drive enough?"
"It isn't for me," said Rose. "It's for Olga Larson to wear in that _All
Alone_ number for the sextette."
"Why Larson especially?" he asked. "Except that she's a friend of
yours."
"She isn't," said Rose, "particularly. And anyway, that wouldn't be a
reason. But--did you ever really look at her? She's the one really
beautiful woman in the company."
"Larson?" said John Galbraith incredulously.


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