"How do you like this?" inquired Mrs. Bunker, perching a black net concoction on her carefully dressed head.
"Very becoming!" answered Indiana, after a critical inspection.
"Suits you fine, grandma!" said Stillwater.
"Shows what you all know!" remarked Mrs. Bunker, looking in the glass. "It's entirely too old for me." She placed it on her daughter's smooth brown coils.
"Ah!" cried Stillwater admiringly. His wife, sitting under inspection, looked inquiringly at Indiana. A mirror held no significance for Mrs. Stillwater. She was always supremely satisfied with whatever her family approved of, for her, in the way of personal adornment.
"I'll take that hat for ma," said Indiana. "It's all right."
"Yes, Mary can afford to wear it," said Mrs. Bunker. "I'm not young enough for a hat like that."
"Ladies," exclaimed Mr. Stillwater, looking at his watch. "This is a pretty interesting show, but excuse me for the liberty of reminding you that there's another, starting at a quarter past eight, at which we've made a solemn resolution to be present."
"Hear! Hear!" cried Indiana.
"It is now seven o'clock. Of course you don't take as long to dress as I do." He made quickly for the door.