The Penn's Grove record., 1883-11-10

which, over a not oYer-clean muslin
tie, hung a smart locket of yellow me-
tai very yellow. Bangles clinked
round the slender wrists. Beneath the
pulled and rufiled skirt a shabby petit
coat of gray cotton peeped out. Though
the weather was chilly the girl wore no
wrap. Miss Sydney noted these details
in half the time it has taken to describe
them, and stirred with a pity that was
half indignation, she said:
MY child, how could you think of
coming out on such a day as this with
out a shawl?''
II haven't any shawl"
"Well. a jacket, then"
81 haven't any jacket, either, that
matches this dress" glancing compla-
Gently down at the beruffled skirt.
'But you would rather wear a jacket
that didn't match your dless than catch
a cold, wouldn't your"
yes" admitted the girl, in rather
an unwilling tone. "But the only one
I've got is purple, and it looks horrid
with this blue" Noting dissent in her
companions face, she added: w poor
girls can't have a wrap for every dress,
like rich ladies do"
mo" said Miss Sydney, gently. 81
know it. | never attempted to have a
different wrap for each dress | wear.
| cannot afford it either"
"Cary stared" GLOW queer!" she
began, then changed it to. But you
and US are quite different, ma'am."
"There was something wistful in the
face which touched Myrd Sydney. 1T
will be time wasted, l dare say,' she
sid to herself, { still, | should like, just
for once, to argue out the dress-ques-
ton with a girl like this. She is one
of a great class, and, poor things, they
are SO dreadfully foolish and ignorant. I"
She made no immediate reply to her
companion, but rose and rang the bell.
81 am going to give you a cup of tea" "
she said t'IIarkl how it rains. You
cannot go yet, and you will be less like
ly to take cold when you do go, if you
start well warmed. Besides, l wasn't to
little talk over the question of dress,
which is interesting to all us women"
She smiled brightly at herguest, who,
as il dazzled, watched the entrance of
the tray with its bubbling kettle, its
crisp, dainty cakes; watched Myra
measure the tea, warm the pot of gay
Japanese ware, and when the brew was
ready, fill the thin-lipped cups and drop
in sugar and cream.
How NIGEL" she said, with a sigh
of satisfaction. Her heart opened I'M
der the new, unwonted kindness and
comfort, and Miss sydney bad little diff
ficulty in learning what she wished to
know. Cary Thomas was the girls
name. She had lived Eat home" till
two years ago. Did she like the city,
Yes, she liked it well enough, but 1t
was not much like home to board. She
and another girl that worked at Snow
q Asher's had a room together out in
Farewell street. They had pretty good
times when they were not too full of
work, but in the busy season they
stayed so late at the store that they
didn't want anything when they goi
home, except to go straight to bed.
lucy got seven dollars a week, and
more when there was extra work to do.
"Can you lay up anything out of
that?' asked Miss Sydney.
"No. MAIN, not a cent; at least. l
don't. There are some girls in the
store that do, but they've got sick
friends to save for"
Now" said Miss Sydney, having
thus felt her way, Ito go back to the
Jacket question. AS l told you, / can't
at all afford to have one for every dress"
Cant you, mann; and what do you
do, then?"
IL buy one jacket which will do with
everything | wear"
but that isn't a suit" said Cary
doubtfully.
mo; but is it absolutely necessary
that everything should be a suit?"
1.-The girls at our store think SO much
| of suits" she said in a puzzled tone of
self-defence.
81 know some people have a fancy
for them, and they are very pretty
sometimes. But don't you see that
they must cost a great deal of money,
and that working people, you and my
self for instance, ought to manage more
carefully2'
Do you work, ma'am?"
ITO be sure | do. You look sur
prised. All, you think that because l
have a little home of my own, and live
in a pretty room, | must be a fine lady
with nothing to do. That's a mistake
of yours. L work nearly as many hours
"a day as you do, and earn the greater
part of my own income, and | have to
consult economy to keep my home and
make it pleasant, and among the things
which Ican'tafford tohave. are ''suits. /"
81 wish you'd tell me how you do.
ma'am."
II will, though Pm not in the habit
of talking quite so freely about my af-
fairs, but I1l tell you, because it may
| give you an idea of how to manage bet
ter for yourself. In the first place |
keep two or three colors. 1 have a
black gown or two. and an olive-brown,
and this acknowledgement that you see,
and some lighter ones, white or pale
yellow. Now with any one of these
the same bonnet will do The one |
am wearing now is black, with a little
jet and pale yellow, and it goes perfectly
well with all my dresses, and so does
my black cashmere jacket, and my pa
rasol and gloves, which are yellow also.
Don't you see that there is an economy
in this, and that if l had a purple dress,
and a blue one and a brown, l should
want a different bonnet for each, and
different gloves and different parasols?o
"Why, yes, IL does seem So" said
Cary, drawing a long breath. I'D
like to do something different myself,
but l don't suppose I'D know how
"Would you mind if / told you what
Think" asked Myra, gently.
Nom, I'D thank YOU"
sit seems to me that the chief trouble
with girls who work in stores is that
they care more for being what they call
stylish than for being either neat or
pretty. A young girl IA look her best
in a simple dress, il it is well put on an /
becoming
THAT'S what mother used to say.
And Mark, he always likes me best in
a white bibapron. To be sure, he never
Jaw me in city clothes'-she stopped,
blushing.
SIS Mark your brother?" asked Myra.
Then she smiled at her own stupidity,
for such a deep flush as mantled in
Cary's cheek is seldom evoked by the
mention of a brother.
"No'm, he's just-a friend. His
folks and mine live opposite.
I'm Gilmanton, and he is a farmer9"
Ellis father farms, and Mark works
for him, but his time is out in the