There was to be a stitch taken here, and a
little, tacking up was needed there. The veil was to be a bit
closer, the milliner explained.
Next Madam Julia turned to the twins.
"My friends wish to see about some motor things, also," remarked
Cora. "What would you think of having them all alike--for us
there?"
This brought on such a discussion, madam talking more in French than
English, and Belle was kept busy translating for her sister.
The madam preferred giving the young ladies such hoods and cloaks as
would best suit their complexions. Bess should have a brown
one--just running to the shade of her hair, but not quite reaching
it, and Belle needed a dark blue--for only a true blond can wear
dark blue and not look old in it.
So madam explained. But the twins would not decide, after all,
until their mother could be consulted, so the order was not
definitely placed.
When they were about to leave, and madam had vanished behind the
silken draperies, Bess turned to one of the hat sticks, upon which
rested a most conspicuous piece of headgear.
"Oh, look at that!" she exclaimed. "Isn't it awful?"
"It certainly is ridiculous!" chimed in Belle, taking the motor
hood, for such it was, off the support and holding it up for
inspection.
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