Will you tell me where you got the silk of which your waist is made ? '' Poor Penelope 's pretty young face turned crimson . She was not troubled with false pride by any means , but she simply could not bring herself to tell Mrs. Fairweather that her waist was made out of the lining of an old heirloom quilt . `` My Aunt Adella gave me -- gave us -- the material , '' she stammered . `` And my elder sister Doris made the waist for me . I think the silk once belonged to my Grandmother Hunter . '' `` What was your grandmother 's maiden name ? '' asked Mrs. Fairweather eagerly . `` Penelope Saverne . I am named after her . '' Mrs. Fairweather suddenly put her arm about Penelope and drew the young girl to her , her lovely old face aglow with delight and tenderness . `` Then you are my grandniece , '' she said . `` Your grandmother was my half-sister . When I saw your dress , I felt sure you were related to her . I should recognize that rosebud silk if I came across it in Thibet . Penelope Saverne was the daughter of my mother by her first husband . Penelope was four years older than I was , but we were devoted to each other . Oddly enough , our birthdays fell on the same day , and when Penelope was twenty and I sixteen , my father gave us each a silk dress of this very material . I have mine yet . `` Soon after this our mother died and our household was broken up .
XXXXX went to live with her aunt and I went West with Father .
Adella Doris Fairweather Hunter Penelope Saverne first quilt rosebud years