Drusilla laughed.

"Can't I even patch my dress?" she said. "Jane, where are my
stockin's? I am sure there must be some darnin'."

Jeanne looked at her reproachfully.

"Madame does not wear darned stockings."

"Stuff and nonsense!" said Drusilla. "Why shouldn't I wear darned
stockin's?"

"Yes, but it would not be _au fait_ for Madame to wear darned
stockings."

Drusilla became a little angry.

"How foolish you are, Jane! I've wore darned stockin's all my life.
A few darns don't hurt one way or another. What becomes of my
stockin's? I saw a hole in one the other day."

Jeanne looked a little embarrassed.

"Why--why--when they become not _convenable_ for Madame, I--I take
them."

"Oh," said shrewd Drusilla, looking at Jeanne over her glasses. "And
I presume you are the judge of when they become '_convenable_'
--whatever that means. But you'd better let me tell you when I think