I'm for her!" "How about the extreme of style in dress for this remarkably-to-be-pitied American girl you champion so eloquently ?" queried Carley, sarcastically.
"Immoral!" exclaimed Eleanor with frank disgust.
"You admit it ?" "To my shame, I do." "Why do women wear extreme clothes?
Why do you and I wear open-work silk stockings, skirts to our knees, gowns without sleeves or bodices ?" "We're slaves to fashion," replied Eleanor, "That's the popular excuse." "Bah!" exclaimed Carley.
Eleanor laughed in spite of being half nettled.

"Are you going to stop wearing what all the other women wear--and be looked at askance?
Are you going to be dowdy and frumpy and old-fashioned ?" "No.

But I'll never wear anything again that can be called immoral.
I want to be able to say why I wear a dress.

You haven't answered my question yet.

Why do you wear what you frankly admit is disgusting ?" "I don't know, Carley," replied Eleanor, helplessly.