They were garments of a day gone by.

The silks were faded, dingy, worn in the creases from sheer disuse.

Apparently they had hung untouched for some time.
[Illustration: They were garments of a day gone by.] "Whose were these, Sally ?" demanded Josephine.
"I dunno, Ma'am.

I'se been mos'ly in the kitchen, Ma'am." Josephine regarded her closely.

No sign of emotion showed on that brown mask.