le Capitaine Theobald, as you call him, Louise," I said, "would not know one stuff from another.

It is quite possible that he would like me better in the pink print yonder.

The beautiful things will be quite wasted on him.

He thinks a white muslin frock with a blue sash the finest thing a girl can wear." "It is not bad, for an _ingenue_," said Louise, thoughtfully.

"But I do not agree with you, Mademoiselle, that he would not admire these lovely things.