Chapter 11—The Anxieties of Jovita Foley
Lizzie Wag, in numerical order, was the fifth to start. Nine days had to elapse between that on which Max Real left Chicago and that on which she had to leave the city.
In what a state of impatience did she pass this apparently interminable week, or, to tell the truth, did Jovita Foley pass it in her place. Lizzie Wag could not succeed in keeping her quiet. She ate no more, she slept no more, she lived no more. She had finished her preparations the day after the first throw of the dice, the first of the month, at eight o’clock in the morning, and the next day she had made Lizzie Wag accompany her to the Auditorium, where the second throw had taken place in the presence of a crowd quite as numerous and quite as excited. Then the third and fourth th
