Wragge, as the housekeeper
reached her closing sentence. "And, oh my heart alive, how nicely she's
dressed!"
"I see I disturb you," pursued Mrs. Lecount, artfully availing herself
of the Oriental Cashmere Robe as a means ready at hand of reaching the
end she had in view--"I see I disturb you, ma'am, over an occupation
which, I know by experience, requires the closest attention. Dear, dear
me, you are un picking the dress again, I see, after it has been made!
This is my own experience again, Mrs. Bygrave. Some dresses are so
obstinate! Some dresses seem to say to one, in so many words, 'No! you
may do what you like with me; I won't fit!'"
Mrs. Wragge was greatly struck by this happy remark. She burst out
laughing, and clapped her great hands in hearty approval.
"That's what this gown has been saying to me ever since I first put the
scissors into it," she exclaimed, cheerfully. "I know I've got an awful
big back, but that's no reason. Why should a gown be weeks on hand,
and then not meet behind you after all? It hangs over my Boasom like a
sack--it does. Look here, ma'am, at the skirt. It won't come right. It
draggles in front, and cocks up behind.
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