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 What is it that she does to make it so wonderful?”

He only smiled at her perplexity, and she added confidentially:

“Lizzie wanted me to go to her dressmaker, but I didn’t like the idea of a man, to begin with, and then I knew Miss Simms would feel so hurt. She lives in Albany, and she’s made my dresses for so long that I thought, though she may not be so stylish, I’d better keep up with her; wouldn’t you?”

A perfectly unreasonable tenderness surged through his heart. How sweet she was!

“If she made that dress, I certainly should!” he declared.

She smoothed the crisp lavender folds deprecatingly.

“Oh, this is only a cotton dress,” she said. “But she made my gray silk, too, and Lizzie herself said it fitted beautifully.”

She took up the bottle again: it was nearly empty.