"But some of these blouses are very suitable, and so are these white and
gray and pink shirts. And this blue bodice is quite nice for the
evening, and so is the skirt belonging to it; but this and this and
this--I wouldn't wear these until I went home if I were you, my love."
Kathleen glanced at her. A slight frown came between her brows.
"Don't you see," she said impatiently, "that I want to give away some of
these things? Do you see this dozen of blouses, all exactly alike, in
this box? These are for the secret society."
"The what, Kathleen?"
"Oh, you musn't tell--it is the most profound secret--but I have joined
one. Being an Irish girl, it is quite natural. I sent a line to Aunt
Katie to get a dozen of the very prettiest blouses she could. Of course
there are a lot more members, but our Cabinet has risen to something
like a dozen, so I thought I'd have them handy. Aren't they just sweet?"
As she spoke she took out of the box the palest blue cashmere blouse,
most exquisitely trimmed with blue embroidery flecked with pink silk.
The blouse had real lace round the neck and cuffs, and must have cost a
great deal of money.
"Don't you think Alice would look very nice in one of these?" said
Kathleen, gazing with a very earnest face at Mrs. Tennant.
"Pink is more Alice's color. She is too pale for blue," was Mrs.
Tennant's reply.
"Well, then, look here. Isn't this a perfect duck? See for yourself.
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