"I'll acknowledge my sins and change the subject." "My presents were all beautiful!" said Miriam Nesbit, who, clad in a kimono of cream-colored silk bordered with red poppies, her long black braids hanging far below her waist, looked like a princess of the Orient.
"And mine," echoed Grace.

"The chain Marian gave me is a dear." She stopped abruptly.

A sudden silence had fallen upon the group at her words.

Grace instantly divined that in the minds of her friends there lurked a secret disapproval of Marian's extravagance in the matter of gifts..