"That's very obliging, and I will send my own maid with it as soon as I get home."
"Is there anything else I can have the pleasure of shewing you, ladies?"
"I want some long white gloves, if you please, and something light and elegant in the way of a scarf."
The modiste was instantly on the alert, and the counter became as a sea of many-coloured waves.
"Coloured scarves are sometimes worn in slight mourning, I believe, are they not?"
"Oh yes! ma'am, always."
"What do you say to this one, Elizabeth?" said the widow, selecting one of a brilliant geranium tint.
"For yourself, Mrs. Barnaby?"
"Yes, my dear.... My dress will be black satin, you know."
"I should think white would look better," said Elizabeth, recollecting her mother's aversion to fine colours, and recollecting also the recent weeds of her widowed aunt.