In the first place, I _must_ go out.

Papa himself said that he wished me to see something of the world; he particularly remarked to Mrs.Cholmondeley, that, though I was a sweet creature enough, I had rather a bread-and-butter-eating, school-girl air; of which it was his special desire that I should get rid, by an introduction to society here, before I make my regular debut in England.

Well, then, if I go out, I _must_ dress.

Mrs.Cholmondeley is turned shabby, and will give nothing more; it would be too hard upon uncle to make him pay for _all_ the things I need: _that_ you can't deny--_that_ agrees with your own preachments.

Well, but SOMEBODY who heard me (quite by chance, I assure you) complaining to Mrs.Cholmondeley of my distressed circumstances, and what straits I was put to for an ornament or two--_somebody_, far from grudging one a present, was quite delighted at the idea of being permitted to offer some trifle.