I hate to be one of those who snap at a thing.

Now, what's the matter?
How you do startle me!" "It's Mrs.Gorman Stanley," gasped Miss Peters; "she's in red velvet, with a beaded bodice--and--oh, do look at her bonnet, Martha! Positively, it's hideous.

A straw-green, with blue forget-me-nots, and those little baby daisies dropping over her hair.

Well, well, how that woman does ape youth!" Mrs.Butler snatched the spy-glass from her sister, and surveyed Mrs.
Gorman Stanley's holiday attire with marked disapproval.

She threw down her glasses presently with a little sniff.
"Disgusting," she said with emphasis.