"But alpaca, surely! Mine will be silk poplin of a good quality."
But Nanty and mother refused to take any further interest in the subject, and Nanty picked up a paper.
"What about grey cloth, then—pale dove-grey?" Jane waived the silver poplin with an apparent effort.
Nanty put down the paper.
"Grey cloth with chinchilla is rather nice," she admitted grudgingly.
"I did not mention chinchilla," said Jane meekly.
"I will give the chinchilla as a wedding present if you don't mind. Grey cloth alone would be most uninteresting."
"The coat must be a bolero," said mother firmly, "lined with white satin."
"You are all evidently going to run me into a lot of money. I am not accustomed to satin linings. I thought of having Italian cloth."
"What?" shouted mother and Nanty.