A little later on the knowledge came to her suddenly , and she thought with inward surprise : Why , it is Doris , of course . If my sister Doris lives to be seventy years old and wears her hair in pretty white puffs , she will look exactly as Mrs. Fairweather does now . Mrs. Fairweather asked to have Penelope introduced to her , and when they found themselves alone together she said gently , `` My dear , I am going to ask a very impertinent question . 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 XXXXX the same day , and when Penelope was twenty and I sixteen , my father gave us each a silk dress of this very material .
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