"Oh, she will be a dowdy, too," replied roguish Edith.
So Sylvie and Ida could scarcely believe their eyes that evening when Maud and Edith sallied in, the dark-haired Maud in gold-colored satin, red roses, and rubies, and Edith in lustrous rose-color with white lace flounces, while diamonds flashed from her throat and ears. Both girls looked as handsome in their way as the bisque dolls who were splendid in Parisian toilets and a profusion of gleaming jewels.
Sylvie stared in amaze and jealous displeasure.
"You told me you had nothing fit to wear!" she exclaimed, acrimoniously.
"I beg your pardon—nothing new," Edith replied, dimpling with mischief. "These are our mother's old dresses made over."
"But diamonds and rubies—I am sure Bryant told me that all your mother's jewels were sold to help pay your father's debts when he failed!" Sylvie exclaimed, in wonderment and displeasure.
"So they were," Maud answered. "But, Sylvie, these do not belong to us. We borrowed them from Una."
Ida Hayes broke in with inexpressible anger and spite:
"I thought Eliot was too poor to give such jewels to his wife."
Edith flashed her a glance of scorn.