One of these days you will become what the newspapers call a society leader.

I foresee it," he said in a tone of the most assured conviction.
"Yes, sir," said Pollyooly.
"There's one difficulty though, and that's your hands.

At present they're hardly the hands of a red Deeping," he said thoughtfully.

"Not that they're not small and well-shaped!" he interjected hastily.

"But I expect that a week's idleness will let your nails grow; and brushing will do the rest." "Yes, sir," said Pollyooly.
She had never considered her hands from the aesthetic standpoint.