Clothes are a joy to the prosperous, a solace to the unhappy, and an interest always--even to old age.

I knew a dear old lady of ninety-four whose chief diversion was to buy a new bonnet.

She would sit before the mirror discarding model after model because they were 'too old' for her.

One would have thought it difficult to find anything too old for ninety-four." Jean laughed, but shook her head.
"Doesn't it seem to you rather awful to care about bonnets at ninety-four ?" "Not a bit," said Pamela.

She was powdering her face as she spoke.