You are constrained to buy new clothes, therefore, and sigh philosophically upon the array of last for "making over" which you might possibly have. given to the Chinese tailor. Never my season's wardrobe, skimmed milk frequent rades as cream, Does not: the ubiquitous Chinese tailor lurk. in the shadows of the fashionable. modiste's fitting rooms? "Tailor, you must lift this sleeve up here," you heard Madame the Modiste explaining in patient and disillusioned: tones.
And there you are. You may even. note the methods of Madame thor Modiste with a half unconscious rea-elution to utilize them in due course with that last and least objectionable, Chinese tailor gent to you by somoone with the recommendations of
ment lenchd and who keeps is appotat-
Then wonder of wonders, one bright morning when the world appears a rather priceless place, Chinese tailors notwithstanding, you find him at your door-step. His smiles disarm you, "Supposing, missie wanchee anything, my make just _now velly quickly.' No have got muchee work just now."
Your frame of mind is a responsive one, and off you start once mor round the mulberry bush, Just O'LANTeRN.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.