Jane gazed absently at the dress and accompanying articles that had been assembled with so much labor. "All right," said she. "You'll look fine and dandy." Martha twitched. "Jane, dear--don't say that--don't use such an expression. I know it's your way of joking. But lots of people would think you didn't know any better." "Let 'em think," said Jane. "I say and do as I please." Martha sighed. Here was one member of her family who could be a credit, who could make people forget the unquestionably common origin of the Hastingses and of the Morleys. Yet this member was always breaking out into something mortifying, something reminiscent of the farm and of the livery stable--for the deceased Mrs. Hastings had been daughter of a livery stable keeper--in fact, had caught Martin Hastings by the way she rode her father's horses at a sale at a county fair. Said Martha: "You haven't really looked at my clothes, Jane. Why DID you go back to calling yourself Jane?" "Because it's my name," replied her sister. "I know that. But you hated it and changed it to Jeanne, which is so much prettier." "I don't think so any more," replied Miss Hastings. "My taste has improved. Don't be so horribly middle class, Martha--ashamed of everything simple and natural." "You think you know it all--don't you?--just because you've lived abroad," said Martha peevishly. "On the contrary, I don't know one-tenth as much as I thought I did, when I came back from Wellesley with a diploma." "Do you like my costume?" inquired Martha, eying her finery with the fond yet dubious expression of the woman who likes her own taste but is not sure about its being good taste. "What a lazy, worthless pair we are!" exclaimed Jane, hitting her boot leg a tremendous rap with her little cane. Martha startled. "Good God--Jane--what is it?" she cried. "On the way here I passed a lot of factories," pursued Jane. "Why should those people have to work like--like the devil, while we sit about planning ball dresses?" Martha settled back comfortably. "I feel so sorry for those poor people," said she, absently sympathetic. "But why?" demanded Jane. "WHY? Why should we be allowed to idle while they have to slave? What have we done--what are we doing--to entitle us to ease? What have they done to condemn them to pain and toil?" "You know very well, Jane, that we represent the finer side of life." "Slop!" ejaculated Jane. "For pity's sake, don't let's talk politics," wailed Martha. "I know nothing about politics. I haven't any brains for that sort of thing." "Is that politics?" inquired Jane. "I thought politics meant whether the Democrats or the Republicans or the reformers were to get the offices and the chance to steal."