It occurs to me--of course I don't know as I really want to
dispose of them, but--er--
[_She hesitates purposely._
MISS GODESBY. Oh, _would_ you? [_Rising, she takes a chair nearer to_
MRS. HUNTER.] You _dear_ thing!
MRS. HUNTER. The dresses are no use to us now, and when _we're_ out of
mourning--_they'll_ be out of style. You could wear Jess' things
perfectly, Julia.
MISS SILLERTON. And even something of yours could be made over for us.
MRS. HUNTER. But I'm so much older than you!
MISS SILLERTON. [_Thoughtlessly._] Yes, but you never dress
appropriately to your age.
CLARA. [_Laughing delightedly._] That's pretty good!
MISS SILLERTON. [_Saves herself._] You know what I mean, you always
_look_ so _youthful_, you _can't_ dress any older.
MRS. HUNTER. [_Rising._] Clara, dear, go upstairs and have Tompson bring
down my Worth dress and Jess' Doucet and your Paquin. [_She goes with_
CLARA _to the door, Right, and then whispers to her._] If you remember,
don't tell what we paid--we ought to get nearly double out of these
girls--and warn Tompson not to be surprised at anything she hears.
[MISS GODESBY _and_ MISS SILLERTON _exchange glances._ CLARA _goes out
Right._
MRS. HUNTER. It seems as if I had no further interest in clothes,
anyway.
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