in rags, even if she were as pure as a saint. A man is always afraid of being chaffed for being with a badly dressed woman.
For the world, looking on, judges only by the dress.
I spoke to Lucille. I found she was as sensitive about her cheap garments as I was, so I told her if she would buy an entire outfit suitable for our wanderings I would pay for it. I made suggestions, and the garments she bought were as lady-like and appropriate as if it had been an every-day affair with her.
Then came the question, Where to send the clothes?
She could not send them home, for her mother and sister, though poor, had Puritan ideas concerning morals and propriety.
There is a way out of every difficulty.
I had her send all her new articles to my bachelor apartment. Then I gave her a key,
