"Look, ma, there is Maria in her new suit, and she's got the baby in a little carriage on runners.

Just look at the white fur-tails hanging over the back.

Ain't that a handsome suit ?" Mrs.White gazed out eagerly.

"It must have cost a pile," said she.
"I don't see how he does it." "She sees you at the window," said Lillian.
Both she and her mother smiled and waved at Maria.

Maria bowed, and smiled with a sweet irradiation of her rosy face.
"She's a little beauty, anyhow," said Lillian.
"Dear child," said Mrs.White, and she snivelled again.
"Ma, either your cold or the stuff you are takin' is making you dreadful nervous," said Lillian.