spoke on Progress wearing a green opera cloak of cerise burlap aggrevated with panels of Arabian chiffon and satin annex at collar.”

Hon. Smith withdraw himself from this conversation for fear he might be asked to buy some similar uniform for his wife.

When this Mrs Smith are asked to ball-parties, dance-step festivals, trolley-ride, bridge-play gambol, etc., she look extremely downtrodden for days & days. Her [Pg 29]husband remain calm but frightened, like Wall Street before it collapses. Of finally she lead Hon. Smith to breakfast where she report distinctually,

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“I am absent of all clothing to wear anywheres.”

I do not notice this. But Hon. Jno grone severely while he give her all the wealth of his pockets. Then he go glubly away to his office feeling like the Queen of Sheba’s husband when it was fashionable for ladies to dress in solid gold with diamond buttons.

About one week of yore my Hon. Boss Lady come at me and decry,

“Togo,” she say, “one extra plate must arrive to table this week.”

“You expecting some person?” I ask out.

“No. Only a dressmake,” report her.

“Must I mix extra food for her daily?” I snuggest.

“Ah, no, not to do,” she repartee with economy voice. “This Miss Dressmake will eat what the family does.”

“If she eat what the family does, what will the family eat?” I ask to know.

No reply to this request.

Several considerable days before Miss[Pg 30] Dressmake arrive up, Mrs Jno W. Smith spend many literary hours pursuing stylish magazines full of smiling ladies dressed in colours. Each ladies in them pictures was surrounded by diagrams & patterns showing how she was made. Mrs Smith select these portraits carefully, to see which she would rather look like. She prefer portrait of lady named “Style 41144B.” She say she would request Hon. Dressmake to fix her appearance like that.

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“How you describe this dress, please?” I 

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