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red hair, and a complexion powdered milky white. Her eye-brows had been plucked and then drawn on again at a more rakish angle, but the efforts of nature toward the restoration of the old alignment gave a blurred air to her face. When she moved about there was an incessant clicking as innumerable pottery bracelets jingled up and down upon her arms. She came in with such a proprietary haste, and looked around so possessively at the furniture that I wondered if she lived here. But when I asked her she laughed immoderately, repeated my question aloud, and told me she lived with a girl friend at a hotel.
    Mr. McKee was a pale, feminine man from the flat below. He had just shaved, for there was a white spot of lather on his cheekbone, and he was most respectful in his greeting to every one in the room. He informed me that he was in the "artistic game," and I gathered later that he was a photographer and had made the dim enlargement of Mrs. Wilson's mother which hovered like an ectoplasm on the wall. His wife was shrill, languid, handsome, and horrible. She told me with pride that her husband had photographed her a hundred and twenty-seven times since they had been married.
    Mrs. Wilson had changed her costume some time before, and was now attired in an elaborate afternoon dress of cream-colored chiffon, which gave out a continual rustle as she swept about the room. With the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.
    "My dear," she told her sister in a high, mincing shout, "most of these fellas will cheat you every time. All they think of is money. I had a woman up here last week to look at my feet, and when she gave me the bill you'd of thought she had my appendicitis out."
    "What was the name of the woman?" asked Mrs. McKee.
    "Mrs. Eberhardt. She goes around looking at people's feet in their own homes."
    "I like your dress," remarked Mrs. McKee, "I think it's adorable."
    Mrs. Wilson rejected the compliment by raising her eyebrow in disdain.
    "It's just a crazy old thing," she said. "I just slip it on sometimes when I don't care what I look like."
    "But it looks wonderful on you, if you know what I mean," pursued Mrs. McKee. "If Chester could only get you in that pose I think he could make something of it."
    We all looked in silence at Mrs. Wilson, who removed a strand of hair from over her eyes and looked back at us with a brilliant smile. Mr. McKee regarded her intently with his head on one side, and then moved his hand back and forth slowly in front of his face.
    "I should change the light," he said after a moment. "I'd like to bring out the modelling of the features. And I'd try to get hold of all the back hair."
    "I wouldn't think of changing the light," cried Mrs. McKee. "I think it's----"
    Her husband said "SH!" and we all looked at the subject again, whereupon Tom Buchanan yawned audibly and got to his feet.
    "You McKees have something to drink," he said. "Get some more ice and mineral water, Myrtle, before everybody goes to sleep."
    "I told that boy about the ice." Myrtle raised her eyebrows in despair at the shiftlessness of the lower orders. "These people! You have to keep after them all the time."
    She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.
    "I've done some nice things out on Long Island," asserted Mr. McKee.
    Tom looked at him blankly.
    "Two of them we have framed down-stairs."
    "Two what?" demanded Tom.
    "Two studies. One of them I call MONTAUK POINT--THE GULLS, and the other I call MONTAUK POINT--THE SEA."
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