But the baby could in no way be brought to recognise her, and only shouted lustily when she tried to force herself upon his recognition.
"I shall come to-morrow in my old frock," Mary said, bitterly hurt by this lack of perception on the baby's part.

"I hate these hideous things; so I do.

To-morrow he will come to his Mary, so he will." But when the morrow came, and she sought for her old work-a-day garments in that pretty white and blue wardrobe where she had hung them when she had discarded them for the grey frock and hat, they were not to be found.

There were numbers of things such as Mary had never dreamed of.
Lady Anne had provided her with an outfit, simple according to her thoughts, but splendid in Mary's eyes.

A white cashmere dressing-gown, trimmed with lace, hung on the peg where the grey linsey had been.
Mary flew to Simmons to know where her old frock had gone to.