"Don't you like them, Miss Doane?"

"Yes--yes--they're beautiful, Miss Thornton, but--do I _have_ to wear
black? I've worn it all my life because it wears well. I'd like--I'd
like--"

"Tell me what you would like."

"I'd like a soft gray dress like my room, if I ain't too old. But--
but--perhaps it wouldn't be fittin'."

"That's just the thing! Why didn't I think of that! Gray will be
just the color for you; and with a touch of blue, and your white hair
--Oh, you'll be lovely, Miss Doane."

Again the willing salesladies were given their instructions, and
gray dresses and gray suits were placed before her. Drusilla passed
over the suits with hardly a look, but fingered lovingly the soft
crepes and chiffons.

"I don't like the heavy things," she said. "They look as if they'd
turn well, and I don't want nothin' that can be turned. I'd like
something that'll wear out."

Daphne laughed.

"You're just like me. I hate things that wear forever. Father says
that's the cause of the high cost of living--we women don't buy
sensible clothes."