It was so thick and glossy , with warm bronze tones where the lamp-light fell on it under that hideous weird old shade . But Aunt Beatrice wore it in such an unbecoming way . Margaret idly wondered if she would comb her hair straight back and prim when she was thirty-five . She thought it very probable if that letter did not come tomorrow . From Aunt Beatrice 's hair Margaret 's eyes fell to Aunt Beatrice 's face . She gave a little jump . Had Aunt Beatrice been crying ? Margaret sat bolt upright . `` Aunt Beatrice , did you want to go to that party ? '' she demanded explosively . `` Now tell me the truth . '' `` I did , '' said Aunt Beatrice weakly . Margaret 's sudden attack fairly startled the truth out of her . `` It is very silly of me , I know , but I did want to go . I did n't care about a new dress . I 'd have been quite willing to wear my grey silk , and I could have fixed the sleeves . What difference would it have made ? Nobody would ever have noticed me , but Bella thought it would n't do . '' She paused long enough to give a little sob which she could not repress . Margaret made use of the opportunity to exclaim violently , `` It 's a shame ! ''
`` I suppose you do n't understand why I wanted to go to this particular party so much , '' went on XXXXX Beatrice shyly .
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