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Show NEVER TOUCHED THEM. After Mrs. Ponsonby had talked abou.t dressmakers and dressmaking until Mr. Ponsonby was weary, and when Mrs. Dallington had for more than two solid hours discussed gowns, hats, wraps, corsets and feminine apparel ap-parel in general, Arthur Ponsonby flicked the ashes from his cigar, and, turning to Dallington, asked: "By the way, Fred, where do you buy your shirts?" "I always get them at Creighley's." "Do you like his style? I think Mudgers makes the sweetest shirts I ever wore. They fit just lovely over the hips, and he seems to have a way of putting in sleeves that is so cunning." cun-ning." "Oh, I shall have to go to him when I need shirts again. Where do you get your trousers?" "Mansell always makes mine. I wouldn't think of going to anyone else. Hov much did you pay for that vest? It's just as sweet as it can be." "Yes, isn't it pretty? Do you know, I bought it ready made. I very seldom sel-dom do such a thing, but it happened to just fit me and I couldn't resist it. Did Mansell make that coat you're wearing?" "Yes. How do you like it Do you think it fits me just right across the shoulders?" "It's perfect. I never saw anything sweeter. You ought to wear gray all the time. It's really very becoming to you. What a cunning tic you have. Where do you get your ties?" "Oh, I wouldn't think of getting a tie anywhere but at Muggenheim's. Do you like these socks I'm wearing?" wear-ing?" Dear me! They're awfully cute. I bought some new ones last week, but I like yours better than any of mine. I'm going to have a new pair of trousers trou-sers cut out just as soon as I can get around to it. What do you think would be a good style for me to get? Would you have them shirred at the knees?" "No, I don't like them that way. I think I should have them tucked at the ends and cut full at the sides, with deckel-edge seams. Still, if you like them gathered at the top, I " "Arthur," eclaimed Mrs. Ponsonby, "have you suddenly gone crazy?" "Fred Dallington," that gentleman's wife demanded, "wljat in the world is tin matter with you?" The men shook their heads and denied de-nied that they had lost their wits. Being assured, Mrs. Ponsonby asked Mrs. Dallington how she intended to have her Indian head skirt made up. "I think," said Mrs. Dallington, "I will have it plaited both in front and behind. Do you remember that denim den-im of mine?" "Do you mean the pinkish one that Mrs. Blytheleigh made for you?" Defeated and shamed, the two men lighted fresh cigars and sat back and were silent. S. E. Kiscr in Record-Herald. |