"Why do you so often wear that dress?" she asked.
"Don't you like it?"
"Not a bit. It's much too loud for you."
"I don't like it myself."
"Then why wear it?"
"It's my 'lucky dress.'"
"Your what?"
"'Lucky' dress. Don't you know all we girls have their 'lucky' dresses?"
This was news to Mavis.
"You mean a dress that—"