TN A WINTER CITY.
\Vorth, who is accustomed to furnish figures as
well as clothes, had a great reverence for her;
in her. Nature, of whom generally spealdng he
is disposed to think very poorly, did not need
his assistance; he thought it extraordinary, but
as he could not improve her in that respect, h(,
had to be content with draping Perfection,
which he did to perfection of course.
Her face also was left to nature, in a very
blamable degree for a woman of fashion. Her
friends argued to her that any woman, however
fair a skin she might have, must look washed
out without enamel or rouge at the least. But
the Lady Hilda, conscious of her own delicate
bloom, was obdurate on the point.
" I would rather look washed out than caked
over," she would reply: which was cruel but
conclusive. So she went into the world with¬
out painting, and made them aU look beside her
as if they had come out of a comic opera.
In everythmg else she was, however, as arti¬
ficial as became her sex, her station, and her
She was a very fortunate woman; at least