I haven't interfered with you in the matter of your gowns, have I ?" "No," replied Grace truthfully, "but Marian, I think the judge likes to see us in the simple evening dresses we have been accustomed to wearing, and as we are his guests we ought to try and please him.

Besides, you would look so much better in your white embroidered dress, or your pink silk, that you wore to commencement last year." "I don't agree with, you at all," replied Marian so stiffly that the maid smiled openly, as she put the final touches to Marian's hair preparatory to adjusting the cluster of puffs that had completed her astonishing coiffure the night before.

"Furthermore, I have been assured by persons of extreme good taste that my new gowns give me a distinct individuality I have never before possessed." "That person of extreme good taste is named Hammond," thought Grace.
"That remark about 'individuality' sounds just like him.

I'll make one more appeal to her." Going over to where Marian stood viewing herself with satisfaction in the long mirror, Grace slipped her arm around her old friend.
"Listen, dear," she coaxed, "we mustn't quarrel on Christmas Eve.

You know we are all Phi Sigma Taus and it seems so strange to see you looking so stately and grown up.