Chapter 23 THE FASHION OF THE DAY

A THICK mist lay over everything. Christmas had come and gone, and Priscilla's trunk was packed once more- Aunt Raby's old-world jacket between folds of tissue-paper, lying on the top of other homely garments.

The little sisters were in bed and asleep and Aunt Raby lay on the sofa. Prissie was accustomed to her face now, so she did not turn it a