"Do you realize what unfashionable people you are proposing to take, yourself, father?" asked Julia. She was visited by daily doubts in this regard.
The broker returned her glance gravely. "Have you ever seen Jewel's silk dress?" he asked.
The child beamed at him. "She made it!" she announced triumphantly.
"Then you must know," said Mr. Evringham, "that it would save any social situation."
Julia laughed over her sewing. "My machine came to-day," she said. "I meant to make something a little fine, but if we go in a few days"—
"Don't think of it," replied the host hastily. "You are both all right. I don't want you to see a needle. I'm sorry you are at it now."
"But I like it. I really do."
"I'm going to take you to the coolest place on Long Island, but not to the most fashionable."
"That is good news," returned Julia, "Run along, Jewel, and dress for dinner."
"In one minute," put in Mr. Evringham. "She and I wish your opinion of something first."