When the ladies again made their appearance in the sitting-room, they were arrayed in dry, warm garments, partly their own and partly supplied from the wardrobe of their hostess.

As to the fit of these latter, Mrs.Barnes expressed her opinion when she said: "Don't look at me, Emily.

I feel like a barrel squeezed into an umbrella cover.

This dress is long enough, land knows, but that's about all you can say of it.

However, I suppose we hadn't ought to--to look a gift dress in the waistband." Supper was ready in the dining-room and thither they were piloted by Kenelm, whose hair, what there was of it, was elaborately "slicked down," and whose celluloid collar had evidently received a scrubbing.