Rosemary was painfully conscious of her shoes. Against her will, her glance strayed down and the doctor's eyes followed hers. "Why how fine we are!" he said. Rosemary sat down on the last step and tried to pull her skirt down over her feet. "I know you don't like them, Hugh," she answered resentfully, "but I don't see why I can't wear high heels when I'm dressed up. All the girls do." "They are very pretty shoes," said the doctor gravely. "And very unsuitable for a walk on a cold, slushy winter day," he added. Rosemary said nothing. "I suppose you wheedled Aunt Trudy into letting you buy them," commented her brother presently. "Well, dear, there are some things we won't learn except through experience. I'm disappointed that Mother's wishes didn't have more weight with you." Rosemary half expected him to forbid her to leave the house wearing the new shoes, but he went on to his office without another word. She opened the front door noiselessly and hastened uptown to meet Nina Edmonds. Walking was not the unconscious, easy swing that Rosemary was accustomed to, in the patent leather footgear and it was simply impossible for her to forget her feet for one instant. Nina was bent on more shopping and Rosemary found it very tiresome to stand before the counters and look at things she knew Nina did not mean to buy. Finally the latter suggested that they go to the little tea room recently opened and have tea. The prospect of being able to sit down delighted poor Rosemary. They had to cross the street and the tracks of the Interurban trolley to reach the tea room and in crossing one of Rosemary's high heels caught in the trolley rail. "I can't get it out!" she cried, snatching off her glove and working frantically at the shoe. "Work your foot back and forth," advised Nina. "Oh, goodness, people are stopping to look at you." Sure enough, the Saturday afternoon shoppers, a larger crowd than usual for many farmers drove in on the last day of the week to make their purchases, were beginning to be attracted by the sight of the two girls on the trolley tracks. "How could you be so silly!" cried Nina in vexation. "Look at all the rubes--if there is anything I detest, it is to be made conspicuous." Rosemary flushed angrily, but a sudden shout drowned her reply. "Car coming!" cried a man on the curb. "Somebody flag the trolley!" The Interurban cars operated at a high rate of speed, even through the town, and as the wires started their humming, Rosemary and Nina glanced up and saw a car bearing down on them. "You'll be killed!" shrieked Nina, taking a flying leap that landed her safely across the tracks.