Then I Saw Miss Jordane, and I Saw Her Fishew Dress.

There was a terrace around the north and west sides of the house. A lady was sitting holding out a paper, as though to look at it at arm's length. She had on a shady white hat perched on a good deal of fair hair that fluffed around her forehead. Her light summer dress was arranged on her shoulders in handkerchief fashion. There was a little line of either green or gold near the edge of the handkerchief which showed me that it was over, not tucked into her low cut bodice. I looked straight at her but some undescribable feeling made me turn away and annoyed at her being there.