The Club of Queer Trades
accepted, I cannot recall in what words. Miss Brett is a short and stout lady with white hair. The only other figure in the group that caught my attention was a Miss Mowbray, a small and neat lady of aristocratic manners, silver hair, and a high voice and color. She was the most emphatic member of the party; and her views on the subject of pinafores, though expressed with a natural deference to myself, were in themselves strong and advanced. Besides her (although all five ladies were dressed simply in black) it could not be denied that the others looked in some way what you men of the world would call dowdy.
After about ten minutes' conversation, I rose to go, and as I did so I heard something which—I cannot describe it—something which seemed to—but I really cannot describe it."
"What did you hear?" I asked, with some impatience.
"I heard," said the vicar, solemnly—"I heard Miss Mowbray (the lady with the silver hair) say to Miss James (the lady with the
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