"Where is your key ?" "In my bag," replied Rose, and she searched for the key in her dark-blue, gold-trimmed bag.

"Mrs.Wilton's maid, Anne, packed my trunk for me," she said.

"Anne packs very nicely.

Mr.Wilton and her sister, Miss Pamela Mack, did not know whether I ought to put on mourning or not for Cousin Eliza, but they said it would be only proper for me to wear black to the funeral.

So I have a ready-made black gown and hat in the trunk.