The great point with Ariadne was how to dress suitably for Christina's. I said same as London, only shorter and plainer. Ariadne hankered after a proper _bonâ fide_ shooting toilette. She had the sovereign George gave her for her birthday, and two pounds she had made by a poem, and another Mother gave her. She looks much best dressed quietly, nothing mannish or exact suits her, for it at once brings out the out-of-drawing-ness of her face, which is of the Burne-Jones type. She has grown to that, being trained up in it from her earliest years. All types can be acquired. In the face of this, she went out and bought a _Miriam's Home Journal_, and selected a pattern of Stylish Dress for the Moors, and got a cheap tailor in the town to make it up for her. Ye Gods, as Aunt Gerty says! I used to go with her to be fitted. It was a heart-breaking business. They took her in and let her out, kneeling about her with their mouths full of pins so that you couldn't scold them lest you gave them a shock and drove all the pins down their throat, and the little tailor kept saying, "A pleat here would be beneficial to it, Madam," or to his assistant, "Remove that fulness there!" till there wasn't a straight seam left in it, it was all bias and bulge. Ariadne cried over the way that skirt hung for an hour when it came home. "Too much of bias hast thou, poor Ariadne," I said to her, imitating the pompous tailor; but although I chaffed her I went to him and made him take ten shillings off the bill. I couldn't help thinking of a real country girl like Almeria Hermyre, when Ariadne put this confection on for the first time in the privateness of our bedroom. It was brown tweed turned up with "real cow" as Ben said; there is even a piece of leather stitched on to her shoulder where she is to rest her gun. Ariadne, who once pulled one leg, that I daresay he could easily spare, off a daddy-long-legs, and considered herself little better than a murderer! Ben, who was present at this private view, did not like her in it, and told her so. He is so truthful that he never waits to be asked his opinion. So long as he didn't tease her about Simon Hermyre, it did not matter, but he is quite a gentleman, though rough. Indeed, nobody mentioned Simon, though I could not help thinking of him a good deal in connection with Ariadne's new dress. I was sure we should see him somewhere in Northumberland. It isn't as big as America, and where there is even a faint will there is generally a way. Ariadne was thinking of him when she bought a billycock hat on purpose to stick in a moorcock's wing Simon had once given her that he had shot. I did not interfere, for I thought if he saw her in it he might think some other fellow had given her a moorcock's feather; there are plenty of them about, and plenty of fools to shoot them.