“My dear,” said Jim, censoriously, “it is time you made a serious effort to look older.”
“I do try so hard,” said Mrs. Lascelles, plaintively. “This is positively the most frumpish frock I possess, and I have done my hair over my ears on purpose.”
“Haven’t you an older frock?” said Jim.
“This one is decidedly the elder of the two, laddie.”
“How old is it?”
“Seven years.”
“And what is the age of the other one?”
“It is a mere infant. It is only five.”
“Then it is quite time you had a new one.”
“It is not usual, I believe, for a woman to get a new dress for the purpose of making herself look older.”