"They might have suits alike," said Julia Smith; "they are great friends."
"They might, but I don't believe they have."
Just then Katie entered the room, and there was a moment's silence. Then Clara said:
"Good-morning, Miss Dawson. Were you at the fair last night?"
"Yes. What a horrid crush it was!"
"Do you think so? What did you wear?"
"Navy blue silk."
"Why did you not wear your violet velvet?"
"In that crush? What an idea!"
"Agnes Hilton had hers on. I saw her; I priced some goods at her stand. I noticed particularly the flowers on her cuffs. It was a suit exactly like the one you wore that morning you came dressed for the matinée. Your suit was made precisely the same as hers. Perhaps it was"—and then she stopped, and with a very irritating smile turned to her books.