She had worn that as junior usher at Commencement; but her mother had selected the material, had it made, and it had fitted perfectly and had been suitable in every way.

So with her heart at rest on that point, Elnora hurried to the bed to find only her last summer's white dress, freshly washed and ironed.

For an instant she stared at it, then she picked up the garment, looked at the bed beneath it, and her gaze slowly swept the room.
It was unfamiliar.

Perhaps this was the third time she had been in it since she was a very small child.

Her eyes ranged over the beautiful walnut dresser, the tall bureau, the big chest, inside which she never had seen, and the row of masculine attire hanging above it.