"It is almost as bad with me," said my aunt Gary, one of these times. "Only I do not want much."
"I do," said mamma. "And if one must live as one has not been accustomed to live, I would rather it should be where I am unknown."
"You are not unknown here, my dear sister!"
"Personally and socially. Not exactly. But I am historically unknown."
"Historically!" echoed my aunt.
"And living is cheaper here too."
"But one must have some money, even here, Felicia."
"I have jewels," said mamma.
"Your jewels! - Daisy might have prevented all this," said
Aunt Gary, looking at me.
"Daisy is one of those whose religion it is to please themselves."