"The dress is ready for the last try-on.

I think it's going to hang beautifully." Ruth dragged herself up the stairs, lagged into the sitting-room, gazed at the dress with a scowl.

"What did father say ?" she asked.
"It's no use trying to do anything with your father." Ruth flung herself in a corner of the sofa.
"The only thing I can think of," said her mother, humbly and timidly, "is phone the Sinclairs as I originally set out to do." "And have the whole town laughing at me.

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