g News when I gave my evidence. I really
believe it's the same picture. I hear that she looked rather well with
her famous pearls on (which, between you and me, I believe are false),
and her tiara, which all the out-of-town people go to the opera to see.
But they say she was dressed entirely too young, and showed she thought
her own party a great success. However, what can you expect? She was
nobody; her family are most ordinary people, the kind that are
prominent in some unfashionable church and influential in its
Sunday-school. O, la-la-la-la! She prides herself on having an ancestor
of some sort who fought in the War of Independence--a common soldier, I
suppose, in Washington's army; that's why she has had an office in the
"Daughters of the Revolution." _We_ had several ancestors in the
war--commissioned officers; and they all fought for King George, thank
heaven; and if they had only won my father would have been the third
Lord Banner, probably, if not something better. So hang Mrs. Makeway!
Her daughter is an ugly little creature; she hasn't a single feature
that doesn't go its own way irrespective of the others, and with a
total disregard for the _tout ensemble_ of the poor girl's face. You
know the sort of thing--each feature seems to be minding the other's
business. Her teeth _look_ lovely, but I believe some of them are
"crowns"--they do that sort of thing so well nowadays! What I will
grant her is a beautiful figure, but my corset-maker, who is hers, too,
gives me her word of honor she laces awfully! They say she had the best
time of any girl at the ball; which, if you ask me, I think
beastly taste.

The house everyone says looked very beautiful--of course, money will do
everything--and the music was superb for the same reason, and the
supper not too extravagant. (I suppose they economized on that!) But
lots of people I've met say they were bored to death, and that there
was an awful crowd. It's extraordinary the people she had there! How
she got them I don't know--all the swells. But dear me, after all,
that's nothing; swells will go to anyone who'll amuse them. I hear old
Makeway looked fearfully miserable, and, instead of paying other women
compliments, made love to his own wife all the evening. It's
extraordinary, because he is really a gentleman. His great-grandfather
and my great-grandfather were great chums; made their money, I think,
in the same business.

By the way, the Pinkertons have written me t