I look out at it a good many times, an' I'm thankful it ain't got any more on, clothes do get so out of fashion.
You know how they look in photographs sometimes.

I s'pose that's the reason that the men who make these images don't put any more on.
There! I must show you my photograph album, Esther." Mrs.Maxwell took a heavy album with gilt clasps from the centre-table, and drew a chair close to Mrs.Field.
"Now you get a chair, an' come on the other side, Lois," said she, "an' I can show 'em to both of you." Lois obeyed, and Mrs.Maxwell turned over the album leaves and explained the pictures.
"This is a lady I used to know," said she.

"She lived in North Elliot.

She's dead now.

That's her husband; he's married again.