"Oh, yes, mamma! Mrs. Murray made it, and it's sure to be right; it may be a straw's breadth shorter or longer-waisted, according to my having grown fat or thin. But I don't think I've altered in the least."
"Hadn't you better let Dixon see it? It may have gone yellow with lying by."
"If you like, mamma. But if the worst comes to the worst, I've a very nice pink gauze which Aunt Shaw gave me, only two or three months before Edith was married. That can't have gone yellow."
"No! but it may have faded."

'Oh yes, mamma! I don't think I've altered in the least.'
'Hadn't you better let Dixon see it? It may have gone yellow.'
'If you like, mamma. But if the worst comes to the worst, I've a very nice pink gauze which aunt Shaw gave me, only two or three months before Edith was married. That can't have gone yellow.'
'No! but it may have faded.'
