Persis walked thoughtfully down the street under the big elms. The sun was setting behind the hills across the harbor, and the sky was a creamy yellow above the smokey blue haze of the downtown streets. There was a chill in the air and Persis shivered but she was so lost in thought that she did not remember that she was carrying her jacket on her arm.

Stella White's words, overheard that day during a lull at the ribbon counter, kept repeating themselves over and over in her brain to the clang of the cable cars and the ring of footsteps on the pavement:--

I'm tired of my life. It's so empty and bare. What pleasure do we ever have? Some girls 'lives are full of ...

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