say to him?"

"Say I have a bad headache."

"Would that be true?" asked the elder lady, looking straight at the pond
again.

"No, Charlotte," said the younger one simply.

Charlotte transferred her quiet eyes to her companion's face. "I am
afraid you are feeling restless."

"I am feeling as I always feel," Gertrude replied, in the same tone.

Charlotte turned away; but she stood there a moment. Presently she
looked down at the front of her dress. "Does n't it seem to you,
somehow, as if my scarf were too long?" she asked.

Gertrude walked half round her, looking at the scarf. "I don't think you
wear it right," she said.

"How should I wear it, dear?"

"I don't know; differently from that. You should draw it differently
over your shoulders, round your elbows; you should look differently
behind."

"How should I look?" Charlotte inquired.

"I don't think I can tell you," said Gertrude, plucking out the scarf