You know how she dotes on darning." "Yes, I know," smiled Aunt Hannah.

"By the way, where is she this morning ?" Billy raised her eyebrows quizzically.
"Gone to look at an apartment in Cambridge, I believe.

Really, Aunt Hannah, between her home-hunting in the morning, and her furniture-and-rug hunting in the afternoon, and her poring over house-plans in the evening, I can't get her to attend to her clothes at all.

Never did I see a bride so utterly indifferent to her trousseau as Marie Hawthorn--and her wedding less than a month away!" "But she's been shopping with you once or twice, since she came back, hasn't she?
And she said it was for her trousseau." Billy laughed.
"Her trousseau! Oh, yes, it was.

I'll tell you what she got for her trousseau that first day.