He told me I looked much better when he found me trying it on." "And did you really have the looking-glass and try it on ?" cried Ethel.
"Yes, really," said Flora.

"Don't you think one may as well be fit to be seen if one is ill?
It is no use to depress one's friends by being more forlorn and disconsolate than one can help." "No--not disconsolate," said Ethel; "but the white puffiness--and the hemming--and the glass!" "Poor Ethel can't get over it," said Margaret.

"But, Ethel, do you think there is nothing disconsolate in untidiness ?" "You could be tidy without the little puffs! Your first bit of work too! Don't think I'm tiresome.

If they were an amusement to you, I am sure I am very glad of them, but I can't see the sense of them." "Poor little things!" said Margaret laughing.

"It is only my foible for making a thing look nice.