Soon there
would be Martha's knock on the door and her surly ill-tempered
voice:
"Quarter of an hour they've been sitting at luncheon, Miss."
And her clothes! The aunts had said that she must buy what was
necessary, and she had gone with Aunt Elizabeth to choose all the
right things. They had, between them, bought all the wrong ones.
Maggie had no idea of whether or no something suited her; a dress, a
hat that would look charming upon any one else looked terrible upon
her; she did not know what was the matter, but nothing became her!
Her new friend, Caroline Smith, laughing and chattering, tried to
help her. Caroline had very definite ideas about dress, and indeed
spent the majority of her waking hours in contemplation of that
subject. But she had never, she declared, been, in all her life, so
puzzled. She was perfectly frank.
"But it looks AWFUL, Maggie dear, and yesterday in the shop it
didn't seem so bad, although that old pig wouldn't let us have it
the way we wanted. It's just as it is with poor mother, who gets
fatter and fatter, diet herself as she may, so that she can wear
nothing at all now that looks right, and is only really comfortable
in her night-dress.
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