Una couldn't resist asking, "I suppose it isn't forbidden to sleep in our rooms, is it?" Mrs. Fike looked over her, through her, about her, and remarked: "I'd advise you to drop all impudence. You see, you don't do it well. We admit East Side Jews here and they are so much quicker and wittier than you country girls from Pennsylvania and Oklahoma, and Heaven knows where, that you might just as well give up and try to be ladies instead of humorists. Come, we will take a look at the Home." By now Una was resolved not to let Mrs. Fike drive her away. She would "show her"; she would "come and live here just for spite." What Mrs. Fike thought has not been handed down. She led Una past a series of closets, each furnished with two straight chairs on either side of a table, a carbon print of a chilly-looking cathedral, and a slice of carpet on which one was rather disappointed not to find the label, "Bath Mat." "These are the reception-rooms where the girls are allowed to receive callers. _Any_ time--up to a quarter to ten," Mrs. Fike said. Una decided that they were better fitted for a hair-dressing establishment. The living-room was her first revelation of the Temperance Home as something besides a prison--as an abiding-place for living, eager, sensitive girls. It was not luxurious, but it had been arranged by some one who made allowance for a weakness for pretty things, even on the part of young females observing the rules in a Christian home. There was a broad fireplace, built-in book-shelves, a long table; and, in wicker chairs with chintz cushions, were half a dozen curious girls. Una was sure that one of them, a fizzy-haired, laughing girl, secretly nodded to her, and she was comforted. Up the stairs to a marvelous bathroom with tempting shower-baths, a small gymnasium, and, on the roof, a garden and loggia and basket-ball court. It was cool and fresh up here, on even the hottest summer evenings, and here the girls were permitted to lounge in negligées till after ten, Mrs. Fike remarked, with a half-smile. Una smiled back. As they went through the bedroom floors, with Mrs. Fike stalking ahead, a graceful girl in lace cap and negligée came bouncing out of a door between them, drew herself up and saluted Mrs. Fike's back, winked at Una amicably, and for five steps imitated Mrs. Fike's aggressive stride. "Yes, I would be glad to come here!" Una said, cheerfully, to Mrs. Fike, who looked at her suspiciously, but granted: "Well, we'll look up your references. Meantime, if you like--or don't like, I suppose--you might talk to a Mrs. Esther Lawrence, who wants a room-mate." "Oh, I don't think I'd like a room-mate." "My dear young lady, this place is simply full of young persons who would like and they wouldn't like--and forsooth we must change every plan to suit their high and mighty convenience! I'm not at all sure that we shall have a single room vacant for at least six months, and of course--"