Listen' to what I want you to do.' 'Go ahead,' said Miss Bennett, taking out a note-book and pencil.
Edith spoke in her low, soft, impressive voice, rather slowly.
'Go anywhere you like and bring me back two or three perfectly simple tea-gowns--you know the sort of shape, rather like evening cloaks--straight lines--none of the new draperies and curves--in red, blue and black.' 'On appro. ?' asked Miss Bennett.
'On anything you like, but made of Liberty satin, with a dull surface.' 'There's no such thing.' Grace Bennett laughed.

'You mean charmeuse, or crepe-de-chine, perhaps ?' 'Call it what you like, only get it.

You must bring them back in a taxi.' 'Extravagant girl!' 'They're not to cost more than--oh! not much,' added Edith, 'at the most.' 'Economical woman! Why not have a really good tea-gown while you're about it ?' 'These _will_ be good.

I want to have a hard outline like a Fergusson.' 'Oh, really?
What's that ?' 'Never mind.

And suppose you can't get the shape, Grace.' 'Yes ?' 'Bring some evening cloaks--the kimonoish kind--I could wear one over a lace blouse; it would look exactly the same.' 'Edith, what curious ideas you have! But you're right enough.