ABSTRACT
I T WAS Miss Craddock herself who brought Eunice Johns to work in the office. Miss Craddock was short of stature, but so emphatic that she looked like a tug-·boat with Eunice in to¥v like a canoe. The tug-boat piloted the fragile canoe to a desk next to her own, fussing over it with maternal care. It was clear to everybody that from now on Miss Craddock would have a pet. This might have aroused antagonism on the part of the rest of us, but enmity faded away before something radiant and winning in the girl. We all began at once to like her. She was small and slim, with smooth honey-colored hair and blue eyes too large for her face. The London Times once published a letter from a man who found the Paris midinette delicately attractive, because of undernourishment, which makes her eyes too large, her complexion transparent, and gives her an allure nonchalante. He would have found Eunice appealing for the same reasons. She did not have enough to eat. Her eyes also were too large, her skin too transparent, her grace too fe-
Through Many Windows brile. She earned six dollars a week and lived on it. She lived in a starved, mean religious boarding house on Stuyvesant Square. How I wish l could remember its name!
