126 TROTTYS WEDDING TOUR.

country would n’t tell you, that when you walk down town

in that plaid suit of yours, Trim Dash, you cut a ridiculous...
figure. A ridiculous figure! There! Now 1’ve had my say,
do what you like with your dress, Rye Robbins; but send
home Trim and Godey, before you decide.”

“ But one must trim a skirt,” laughed Trim, by nBrneans
offended, though by no means convinced.

“ A short skirt. Perhaps. Not necessary. I don’t want
Rye to look ugly. I want to make her just as pretty as
Ican. She knows that.”

“ Yes,’ assented Rye, uncertainly; the ruffles had all
slipped off on the green tide, now.

“What would you do, Aunt Banger, if you were we, you
know?” This question came thoughtfully, after a pause.

“JT would n’t flop round,” said Aunt Banger, promptly.
“Td braid, bind, fold, contrive. I’d have too much vanity
not to look heavy and rich and uncrumpled and in place, and
where I belonged. I’d as soon wear a meal-bag, for instance,
tied on behind me as that sash of Trim’s. Id look finished,
not upholstered. Superfluous ornament is ten times worse |
than none at all. Instead of trimming myself wherever I
could, I’d trim only just where I could n’t help it. Ways?
I’d make ways!”

“ But what ’s the use for Prim and me, you see, to make a
way? Nobody else would set foot in it.”

“ Some wealthy Catholic ladies in Paris,” said "Aunt Banger
with her eyes on the ceiling, “have formed a society for re-