During the exercises Selina had been getting ready the clothes for the day--everything fresh throughout, and everything delicately redolent of the same essence of lilacs with which Selina had rubbed her from hair to tips of fingers and feet.

The clothes were put on slowly, for Margaret delighted in the feeling of soft silks and laces being drawn over her skin.

She let Selina do every possible bit of work, and gave herself up wholly to the joy of being cared for.
"There isn't any real reason why I shouldn't be doing this for you, instead of your doing it for me--is there, Selina ?" mused she aloud.
"Goodness gracious, Miss Rita!" exclaimed Selina, horrified.

"I wouldn't have it done for anything.

I was brought up to be retiring about dressing.