Sylvia straightened it out carefully, noting with a little awe the rustle of its silk linings; then she hung it in the closet.

"I'll hang it here, where it won't get all of a muss," said she.

Already she began to feel a pleasure which she had never known--the pleasure of chiding a young creature from the heights of her own experience.

She began harshly, but before she had finished her voice had a tender cadence.
"Oh, thank you," said the girl, still bending over the wash-basin.

"I know I am careless with my things.