It was my mother's dying boast that no man, nor no woman, had ever seen her, a grown woman, except fully dressed." "Really ?" said Margaret absently.

She stood up, surveyed herself in the triple mirror--back, front, sides.

"So many women never look at themselves in the back," observed she, "or know how their skirts hang about the feet.

I believe in dressing for all points of view." "You certainly are just perfect," said the adoring Selina, not the least part of her admiring satisfaction due to the fact that the toilette was largely the creation of her own hands.

"And you smell like a real lady--not noisy, like some that comes here.