"She has a nice face, but _I_ don't think her dress is at all pretty, Dudu." "And I don't suppose your great-grandmother would think yours at all pretty, either, Mademoiselle Jeanne," said Dudu, with the queer sort of croak which he used for a laugh.

"It is one of the things that has amazed me very much in my observations--the strange fancies the human race has about clothes.

Of course you are not so fortunate as we are in having them ready-made, but still I cannot understand why you don't do the best you can--adopt a pattern and keep to it always.

It would be the next best thing to having feathers, _I_ should say." "I don't think so," said Jeanne.

"It would be very stupid every morning when you got up, and every time you were going out, or friends coming to see you, or anything like that--it would be _very_ stupid never to have to think, 'What shall I put on ?' or to plan what colours would look nice together.