on.

And Elinor's expression seemed to Arethusa to be one of incredulity, so
she turned back her shirtwaist cuff to prove her statement, and showed
the end of a long, knit sleeve.

"I don't like to wear it a single bit," she said, "but Aunt 'Liza makes
me. I have to put it on when we have the first heavy frost and I can't
take it off until the tenth of May."

"I am becoming more and more convinced that Miss Eliza's peculiar
talents are entirely lost in the place she occupies," replied Ross,
with sincerity.

But the white dress, low as its proud owner seemed to consider it, and
as thin, and in spite of Miss Letitia's loving effort expended on it
for just such occasions as parties, would hardly serve for the
Chestnuts' dinner-dance, thought Elinor.

And so, ere very much time were sped, Arethusa discovered Miss Asenath
to have been a true prophet. She was to have another Party Frock. She
and Elinor started off immediately to get It; but they had to get It
ready-made, for there was not near enough time before the Party for a
dressmaker's services to have accomplished the sort of Frock that
Elinor wanted Arethusa to have.

They went in the automobile, to Arethusa's great delight, and the
palatial establishment where it stopped, and which Elinor told her had
the prettiest dresses in town to offer in just such emergencies as
this, was so enormous a place and so filled to overflowing with
scurrying people, that Arethusa wondered if every human being in
Lewisburg had not come a-buying this morning, and right in this
particular shop. She was not used to stores where she bumped into
somebody at every other step. She apologized several times from the
front door to the elevator, for such collisions; because her delighted
eyes would insist in wandering to the bewilderment of riches displayed
on every side, instead of finding her a passage through the crowd. She
could not understand how Elinor could pass them all so calmly by,
looking so straight ahead. Had she not been afraid of losing her,
Arethusa would have stopped, more than once, for a little closer view.

They went up in the elevator to the third floor, and the elevator was
another new sensation for Arethusa. There were no elevators within
miles of the Farm.

The whole third floor was entirely given over to ready-made garments of
every description; cloaks and suits and dresses of every conceivable
variety of cloth and color, hanging carelessly over tables and chairs,