her a.d.c application had finally been approved there , but it was the turndowns she remembered , of course-the eyes of the men , how they had crawled across her breasts ( they were better dressed than norville down at the diner , but otherwise , she thought , not really much different ) ; the mouths of the men , how they had pursed in decorous disapproval as they considered the problem of kelton chalmers , the bastard offspring of this little trollop , this janey-come-lately who did n't look like a hippie now , oh no , but who would undoubtedly take off her silk blouse and nice pants suit as soon as she got out of here , not to mention her brassiere , and put on a pair of tight bellbottom jeans and a tie-dyed blouse that would showcase her nipples .