About This Book
"I think I'd make a pretty good housemaid," said Barbara, on her knees, energetically polishing the floor of the cottage parlor. "Only housemaids don't wear gloves and all-over aprons and mobcaps," replied Mollie. "And they don't protect their skins from dust with cold cream," added Barbara, teasingly. "Do they, Molliekins?" "Oh well," replied Mollie, "duty and beauty rhyme, and every woman ought to try and keep her looks, according to the beauty pages in all the papers." "Poor old Molliekins " exclaimed her sister. "Crowsfeet and gray hair at fifteen " "Going on sixteen," corrected Mollie, as she gave a finishing rub to the mahogany center table, a relic of more prosperous days, and flourished an old, oily stocking that made an excellent polisher. "But the papers do say that automobiling is very harmful to the complexion and the face should be protected by layers of cold cream and powder, and a veil on top of that."
