“Oh, the Wrights’! Yes, to be sure. Come in and sit down,” said Olive hospitably, although she felt considerable surprise at her visitor’s appearance.
“You don’t wear the reformed dress yet, I see,” said Mary Winkle.
“No, I don’t,” acquiesced Olive.
“Shall you?”
“I don’t know. I have not thought about it. I suppose there is no regulation about what one wears on the prairie. There is no fashion here I suppose,” said Olive politely.
“No, only the fashion of common sense.”
“Do all the ladies dress that way, Miss Winkle?” inquired Olive.
“Only my daughter and myself.”
“I beg your pardon, I should have said Mrs. Winkle,” said Olive, in some confusion.
“No, you shouldn’t,” replied her visitor. “I am not Mrs. Winkle.”