One shoe-bag in brown holland and bound with green braid.
One crazy patchwork cushion cover.
One bib.
One turkey twill bedspread—
“I should like to see the things you bought,” said Uncle Marcus.
“You shall see them all this evening,” said Diana softly.
“I hope you didn’t buy any rubbish. I hate money wasted. Stockings and shirts are always useful.”
Then Diana persuaded Pillar to lay out all Mr. Maitland’s clothes on the bed, chairs, and tables in one of the spare bedrooms after dinner, and Pillar, because Miss Diana asked him to do it—did it.
“Particularly his boots, miss, you want, his shooting-clothes, and his shirts? Yes, miss.”
“How many pairs of boots are there?” she asked.