Alice Duer Miller,
Instruments of Darkness (collection…
(1926)
“ She was leaving town soon after luncheon, and Jessie said to her, with a trace of irony in her tone, “I suppose you're crazy to get away from it all and go home.” “Oh, yes,” said Lilian, looking at her new hat in the mirror with the intensity of a hunting-dog pointing game. “Oh, yes, indeed. Do you like this hat? Not expensive—only fifty-five dollars.” “I never paid more than twenty-five for a hat in my life,” said Jessie. “Oh, my dear, nonsense! Where can you get them for that price in New York?” ”
