“Yes, and I have always said that a little more of both would make in you a wonderful improvement.”
“Perhaps they might. We are all apt to run into extremes; though I think the extreme of plainness is better than its opposite.”
“I don’t know. All extremes are bad.”
“Even the extreme of gay dressing?”
“Certainly. But you know, sister, that I don’t plead guilty to that folly. I have attained the happy medium in dress.”
“So you say. Well, if yours be the happy medium, Evie, a stage-dancer’s must be the extreme.”
“That’s your opinion, and I won’t quarrel with you about it. But it’s time, Eunie, that we were selecting our dresses, be they gay or plain.”
“So it is; but it won’t take me long to make a choice. How would I look in a white muslin, with just a little satin trimming?”
“Nonsense, Eunie! White muslin with satin trimming, indeed!”
“I don’t know any thing more beautiful or becoming than white.”