Nevertheless she had sufficient womanly curiosity to let her elder sister open the parcel; and then she took up the otter-skins one by one, and looked at them.
"I don't think much of them," she said.
The other bore this taunt patiently.
"They are only big moles, aren't they? And I thought moleskin was only worn by working-people."
"I am a working-person too," Miss Gertrude White said: "but, in any case, I think a jacket of these skins will look lovely."
"Oh, do you think so? Well, you can't say much for the smell of them."
"It is no more disagreeable than the smell of a sealskin jacket."
She laid down the last of the skins with some air of disdain.
"It will be a nice series of trophies, anyway—showing you know some one who goes about spending his life in killing inoffensive animals."
"Poor Sir Keith Macleod! What has he done to offend you, Carry?"