is side of the yoke, and nobody'd
ever know where it was fastened, or whether you were just run into it."

Young Mrs. Thompson hesitated, studying herself in the mirror. Persis
employed several pins in tightening a seam and expressed her views at
some length.

"It's just this way, Mis' Thompson. If you had a nice little girl, big
enough to stand on a chair and fasten you up the back, I wouldn't say a
word against it. But of all things that rack your nerves and spoil
your temper, twisting and squirming and trying to reach three or four
buttons, first from above and then from below, is certainly the limit.
And putting a shawl over your shoulders on a hot day and going to find
some neighbor to do it for you, ain't a great deal better."

"But this is going to be my Sunday dress," said the six-months bride,
whose color had increased appreciably during the course of Persis'
remarks. "And Will is always home for Sunday."

"Well, if you feel like taking the risk, Mis' Thompson, I haven't a
word to say. But when a man's home for a Sunday rest, he generally
wants a rest, and dresses that button up the back don't seem to fit in
with the idea. Human nature can't stand only just so much and man
nature considerable less."

An undecided murmur escaped the lips of young Mrs. Thompson.

"I had a customer," continued Persis, recklessly filling her mouth with
pins, "who gave up a good position as cashier in a city glove store, to
keep house for her brother when his wife died. She was always telling
me how grateful he was. Seemed like he couldn't do enough for her.
She used to say it 'most made her uncomfortable to see that man racking
his brains to find some way of showing her how he appreciated what
she'd done for him. Please walk to the end of the room, Mis' Thompson,
slow and graceful, till I see how that skirt hangs. Just a trifle long
on the seam. I thought so.

"Well, I made her a princess dress; gray it was and very stylish. It
hooked down the back, and then there was a drapery effect that hooked
up the side and across the shoulder. I wouldn't dare say how many
cards of hooks and eyes I used on that dress. I did ask her once how
she'd get into it, and she said that her brother, what with having been
married and all, was as handy as a woman at such things.

"I sent it home of a Saturday, and I didn't see her for two weeks.
Then she brought it in and she was crying. She wanted me to fix it
some way so that she