"Did you ever sell your cast-off finery, as many ladies do?" asked
Polly.
"Never; I don't like the fashion. I give it away, or let Maud have it
for tableaux."
"I wonder if you would mind my telling you something Belle
proposed?"
"If it 's an offer to buy my clothes, I should mind," answered
Fanny, sharply.
"Then I won't," and Polly retired behind a cloud of arsenic-green
gauze, which made her look as if she had the cholera.
"If she wanted to buy that horrid new 'gooseberry-colored gown,' as
Tom calls it, I 'd let her have it cheap," put in Maud, who was of a
practical turn.
"Does she want it, Polly?" asked Fan, whose curiosity got the
better of her pride.
"Well, she merely asked me if I thought you 'd be mortally
offended, if she offered to take it off your hands, as you 'd never
worn it. You don't like it, and in another season it will be all out of
fashion," said Polly from her verdant retreat.
"What did you say?"
"I saw she meant it kindly, so I said I 'd ask.
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