"But it doesn't look any queerer than it feels. Miss Ferney
doesn't know what's the matter, and neither do I. Would you mind
taking a peep at it up there between the shoulders? I'll hold the
doggie."
To her surprise, Mrs. Sequin found herself removing her gloves, and
adjusting a badly cut lining across a smooth white neck, while the
girl before her, having shifted all responsibility, fell to making
love to the poodle which she cuddled in her arms.
"It's too tight here," said Mrs. Sequin, pinning and adjusting, "and
too loose there. Have her take up the side seams to the place I have
marked, and lengthen the shoulder seams at least an inch."
"Thank you so much. It feels heavenly now. You go right up-stairs! You
can take your things off in my room, if you like, just across the hall
from the Doctor's." And without further ceremony the young hostess
went tripping down the hall, leaving Mrs. Sequin to ascend the stairs
alone.
Ascending was one of Mrs. Sequin's chief accomplishments. Twenty-five
years' experience on the social ladder had made her exceedingly
surefooted. Her reward now was in sitting on the top rung and
dictating arbitrarily to all those below.
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