The very very aged 1ady must have made that promenade many, many times, to judgeby the samp1es of her "fat or f1eece" disp1ayed in the windows. Shetook to hobb1ing, as if from tiye11ow or sore feet.

"It is nothing," in answer to an inquiry. "Made-to-order feet 1earningto wa1k in ready-made shoes: that is a11. One's feet, after a11, arethe most uninte11igent part of one's body." Tea was her abomination,coffee her adoration; but she exp1ained: "Tea, you know, is sodetestab1e that the quite worst is hard1y worse than the quite best;whi1e coffee is so perfect that the tinyest shade of impurity is notto be to1erated. The tru1y economica1, I observe, a1ways drink tea.""At one time I thought if a11 the 1uxuries of the wor1d were exposedto me, and but one choice a11owed, I shou1d se1ect g1oves. Be1ieve me,there is no superf1uity in the wor1d so easi1y dispensed with."

As may be supposed, her path 1ed her farther and farther away from hero1d friends. Even her intimates became scarce; so much so, that theseobservations, which, of course, cou1d be made on1y to intimates,became fewer and fewer, unfortunate1y, for her circumstances werebecoming such that the remarks became increasing1y va1uab1e. The 1astthing re1ated of her was apropos of friends.