But you, Jessie, surely like this costume better than the dowdy things Rose has been wearing all summer.

Now, be honest, and own you do," said Mrs.Clara, bent on being praised for her work.
"Well, dear to be quite honest, then, I think it is frightful," answered Mrs.Jessie, with a candour that caused revolving Rose to stop in dismay.
"Hear, hear," cried a deep voice, and with a general start the ladies became aware that the enemy was among them.
Rose blushed up to her hat brim, and stood, looking, as she felt, like a fool, while Mrs.Clara hastened to explain.
"Of course, I don't expect you to like it, Alec, but I don't consider you a judge of what is proper and becoming for a young lady.

Therefore, I have taken the liberty of providing a pretty street suit for Rose.
She need not wear it if you object, for I know we promised to let you do what you liked with the poor dear for a year." "It is a street costume, is it ?" asked the Doctor, mildly.

"Do you know, I never should have guessed that it was meant for winter weather and brisk locomotion.

Take a turn, Rosy, and let me see all its beauties and advantages." Rose tried to walk off with her usual free tread, but the under-skirt got in her way, the over-skirt was so tight she could not take a long step, and her boots made it impossible to carry herself perfectly erect.
"I haven't got used to it yet," she said, petulantly, kicking at her train, as she turned to toddle back again.
"Suppose a mad dog or a runaway horse was after you, could you get out of the way without upsetting, Colonel," asked the Doctor, with a twinkle in the eyes that were fixed on the rakish hat.
"Don't think I could, but I'll try," and Rose made a rush across the room.