just below tiie knee. Whai for? Oh,
just for the quaint conceit of the
thing!
It is amusing to watch the uretty
girls shopping for tigiiis. With the
perversity of things mundane, the hose
counters are presided over by men,and
it is very embarrassing to have them
think you are a skirt-dancer or a bal
let favorite. And so the pretty girls
gels the tights on an order from the
country, or for a friend,or her mother,
or grandmother even. Then she hus
tles home and puts them on her own
slender extremities, throws away her
garters and harness of elastic straps,
and in half an hour realizes that she
has never really lived before. The
lines of anxiety smooth out of her fair
brow, the shadows of care soften from
her eyes. She knows her stockings
won’t come down, and battle, murder
and sudden death lose tlicit* terrors for
tier.
