Where was yours made ?" "My dressmaker in New York made it," faltered Rose.

She felt guilty because her gown was undeniably in better style.
"There's no use trying to have anything in East Westland," said Lucy.
While she was fastening a little gold brooch at her throat, Rose again tried to change the subject.

"That candy of yours looked perfectly delicious," said she.

"You must teach me how you make it." Mrs.Ayres went dead white in a moment.

She looked at Lucy with a look of horror which the girl did not meet.