Chapter 39

She had brought down from her room the little frock with the Paris mark, to change its hem-line. In spite of its having been so often worn, it was good for a long life yet, for the material was very fine, yet of the sort which never wrinkles but comes out of close packing looking fresh. She set to work upon it, humming a tune, for her spirits were high this morning, perhaps because of her sense of freedom. Suddenly, lifting it into a new position, she was amazed to find part of the fabric above the low waistline fa…