IN the locker room Margaret Dranger hung up her hat and coat and donned an apron furnished by Madame Violette, after which she was shown where to get supplies, and introduced to some of the other girls, and made to feel at home.
“And here is a sort of rest room I have fitted up for my girls,” Madame Violette said, holding back the curtains at a doorway. “I would rather have them rest here than loiter about the front room. If they are seen unoccupied it gives to the public the intimation that we are not busy.”
“I understand, madame.”
“I want you to feel at home, my dear girl, since Mary Murphy has vouched for you.”
“Now we will go into the front room. I see that all the girls are busy, and we may expect customers. It is time for some of the men to be leaving their offices.”
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