I believe in dressing for all points
of view."
"You certainly are just perfect," said the adoring Selina, not the
least part of her admiring satisfaction due to the fact that the
toilette was largely the creation of her own hands. "And you smell
like a real lady--not noisy, like some that comes here. I hate to
touch their wraps or to lay 'em down in the house. But you--It's
one of them smells that you ain't sure whether you smelt it or
dreamed it."
"Pretty good, Selina!" said Margaret. She could not but be pleased
with such a compliment, one that could have been suggested only by
the truth. "The hair went up well this morning, didn't it?"
"Lovely--especially in the back. It looks as if it had been
marcelled, without that common, barbery stiffness-like."
"Yes, the back is good. And I like this blouse. I must wear it
oftener."
"You can't afford to favor it too much, Miss Rita. You know you've
got over thirty, all of them beauties."
"Some day, when I get time, we must look through my clothes. I
want to give you a lot of them. ... What DOES become of the time?
Here it is, nearly eleven. See if breakfast has come up. I'll
finish dressing afterward if it has.
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