“Oh, I don’t know.”
“They’re the best.”
“Get them,” commanded Mrs. Mar.
“And one thing you can’t do without is a blue denim prospecting dress.”
“I think I have something that would do, though I don’t expect to go—”
“Has your dress got knickerbockers and skirt to the knee?” She saw Miss Mar and her mother exchange glances, but she felt instinctively the elder lady would see the reasonableness of the provision.
“No,” said the young lady, “my skirts are ankle-length.”
“Oughtn’t to be a hairbreadth below the knee,” said Mrs. Blumpitty, with more firmness than she had yet shown.
“No skirt at all is best,” observed Mr. Blumpitty dryly.
“What!” said Harry Mar, whom every one had forgotten.