“Money’s out of the question!” the princess and Kitty exclaimed with one voice. “They appreciate a present...”
“Well, last year, for instance, I bought our Matrona Semyenovna, not a poplin, but something of that sort,” said the princess.
“I remember she was wearing it on your nameday.”
“A charming pattern—�so simple and refined,—�I should have liked it myself, if she hadn’t had it. Something like Varenka’s. So pretty and inexpensive.”
“Well, now I think it’s done,” said Dolly, dropping the syrup from the spoon.
“When it sets as it drops, it’s ready. Cook it a little longer, Agafea Mihalovna.”