exclaimed Penelope . `` What lovely , old-timey stuff ! And not a bit faded . '' The lining was certainly very pretty . It was a soft , creamy yellow silk , with a design of brocaded pink rosebuds all over it . `` That was a dress Grandmother Hunter had when she was a girl , '' said Doris absently . `` I remember hearing Aunt Adella speak of it . When it became old-fashioned , Grandmother used it to line her quilt . I declare , it is as good as new . '' `` Well , let us go and have tea , '' said Penelope . `` I 'm decidedly hungry . Besides , I see the poverty pucker coming . Put the quilt in the spare room . It is something to possess an heirloom , after all . It gives one a nice , important-family feeling . '' After tea , when Penelope was patiently grinding away at her studies and thinking dolefully enough of the near-approaching examinations , which she dreaded , and of teaching , which she confidently expected to hate , Doris went up to the tiny spare room to look at the wrong side of the quilt again . `` It would make the loveliest party waist , '' she said under her breath . `` Creamy yellow is Penelope 's colour , and I could use that bit of old black lace and those knots of velvet ribbon that I have to trim it . I wonder if Grandmother Hunter 's reproachful spirit will forever haunt me if I do it . '' Doris knew very well that she would do it -- had known it ever since she had looked at that lovely lining and a vision of Penelope 's vivid face and red-brown hair rising above a waist of the quaint old silk had flashed before her mental sight .
That night , after Penelope had gone XXXXX bed , Doris ripped the lining out of Grandmother Hunter 's silk quilt .
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