Kitty has a remarkable voice. It is capable of every variation of
appeal. I went. Mrs. Crimm came in to stay with Mrs. Mundy.
The appendicitis possibility was not disturbing, and in a very lovely
pink velvet negligee, with cap and slippers and stockings to match,
Kitty was waiting for me. She is peculiarly skilful in the settings
she arranges for her pretty self, and as I looked at her they seemed
far-away things, the world of Scarborough Square, with its daily
struggle for daily bread, and the world of Lillie Pierce, with its evil
and polluting life, and the world of the little cashier-girl with its
temptations and denials. I tried to put them from me. The evening was
to be Kitty's. She took her luxuries as the birds of the air take
light and sunshine. Unearned, they seemed a right.
She did not like the dress I had on. It's a perfectly good dress.
"I'll certainly be glad when you stop wearing black. It's too severe
for you; that is, black crepe de chine is. You're too tall and slender
for it, though it gives you a certain distinction.
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