The tale might be termed an adventure in snobbery. There are snobs by divine right of birth within the Charmed Circle. Marriage affords entrance for the cultivated snobs of another sort, but they never become spiritually at one with the oldest residents within the Circle. The love of two sisters-in-law for the same man is complicated by these caste limitations.
oncise coil of hair on top were as severely disdainful of untoward circumstance or passing fashion as they had been any morning these forty years or more.
She wore old-fashioned corsets and was abdominally correct for her years; a long gown of black voile with white polka dots, and a guimpe of white net whose raff of chiffon somewhat disguised the wreck of her throat. On her shoulders, disposed to rheumatism, she wore a tippet of brown marabout feathers, and in her ears long jet earrings.
She had the dark brown eyes of the Ballingers, but they were bleared at the rims, and on the downward slope of her fine aquiline nose she wore spectacles that looked as if mounted in cast iron. Altogether an imposing relic; and "that built-up look" as Aileen expressed it, was the only one that would have suited her mental style. Mrs. Abbott, who dressed with a profound regard for fashion, had long since concluded that her mother's steadfast alliance with the past not only became her but was a distinct family as