Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III Janetta Decides THE next day Janetta's best friend, Persis Cheever, found her dry-eyed and resolute of face, perched upon the end of her chaise-lounge with a pencil and a paper which contained a formidable row of figures. "What in the name of goodness are you doing, Janey?" she demanded. "Adding," replied Janetta succinctly. "I'm trying to find out what I've spent in the last month and where it has all gone to. I'm glad you came, Persis; I want to have a serious talk with you. I am going to work." "That is what every one of the girls in our set are saying, my dear," Mrs. Cheever responded lightly. "It's only a spasm. You'll get over it." "But a lot of them have done things and are doing them now splendidly," protested Janetta. "Motor corps and nursing and cooking and waiting on people in the service huts, and even clerical work in Washington." "Can you cook?" Mrs. Cheever demanded with the frankness of intimacy. "Heaven help the boys who would drink your coffee; I know, for I've tried it. Can you run a typewriter or take shorthand, or manage an office? You know you are not sufficiently strong for nursing, and if you think you can run a car efficiently enough to join the Corps "Oh, I know I can't!" Janetta closed her eyes with a shudder, as visions of the escapade of the night before returned to her. With them came unaccountably the memory of those flashing, rudely contemptuous brown eyes, and the hint of hidden mockery in the voice which assured her that its owner was a "workingman." "Well, then," Mrs. Cheever resumed, "don't be silly and start something you can't finish." "Of course, he couldn't have been!" Janetta observed in absolute irrelevance. "Not with that well-bred voice, in spite of his impertinence " "Janey, what are you talkin...