It was also the dress of a girl, not that of a colourless, worn woman, and her consciousness of its unfitness showed in her small-featured face as she came forward.
"Do you--recognise it, Betty ?" she asked hesitatingly.

"It was one of my New York dresses.

I put it on because--because----" and her stammering ended helplessly.
"Because you wanted to remind me," Betty said.

If she felt it easier to begin with an excuse she should be provided with one.
Perhaps but for this readiness to fall into any tone she chose to adopt Rosy might have endeavoured to carry her poor farce on, but as it was she suddenly gave it up.
"I put it on because I have no other," she said.

"We never have visitors and I haven't dressed for dinner for so long that I seem to have nothing left that is fit to wear.