Her mother said, too, that she would like to wear silk stockings at all times.

But Winona--she spoke of the gift as hose--put the sinister things away at the bottom of her third bureau drawer.

Once, indeed, she had nearly nerved herself to a public appearance in them, knowing that perfectly good women often did this.

That had been the day she was to read her paper on Early Greek Sculpture at the Entre Nous Club.

She had put them on with her new tan pumps, but the effect had been too daring.