Of two dresses of mine which happened to be exactly the same in texture, though widely different in color, she picked out the dark dress as being the light one.

I saw that I disappointed her sadly when I told her of her mistake.

The next guess she made, however, restored the tips of her fingers to their place in her estimation: she discovered the stripes in a smart pair of stockings of mine, and brightened up directly.

"Don't be long dressing," she said, on leaving me.

"We shall have dinner in half an hour.