No, Miss Janet,--not that way, it hooks in the back." At last, Azalea was attired, and looked fairly presentable in her white frock; though having no white shoes and stockings she wore black ones.
"I'd like white ones," she said, apologetically, "but I could only have two pairs so I got black and the ones I wore here." "Quite right," said Patty, appreciatively; "I'll be glad to get you some white ones.

They'd be pretty with this frock." "Oh, thank you.

I'd love to have 'em.

Where we going now ?" "Suppose you come to my room, while I dress," Patty suggested, thinking an object lesson in the arts of the toilette might not be amiss.
"O.K.," and the visitor strode along by the side of her hostess.
They _were_ a contrast! Patty, dainty, graceful and sweet, was the very antithesis of tall, gawky Azalea, with her countrified dress and badly made black shoes.

Her careless air, too, was unattractive,--for it was not the nonchalance of experience, but the unselfconsciousness of sheer ignorance of urban ways and manners.
"My land! what a room," the country girl ejaculated, as they entered Patty's boudoir.