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 . Penelope went to live with her aunt and I went West with Father . This was long ago , you know , when travelling and correspondence were not the easy , matter-of-course things they are now . After a few years I lost touch with my half-sister . I married out West and have lived there all my life . I never knew what had become of Penelope . But tonight , when I saw you come in in that waist made of the rosebud silk , the whole past rose before me and I felt like a girl again . My dear , I am a very lonely old woman , with nobody belonging to me . You do n't know how delighted I am to find that I have two grandnieces . '' Penelope had listened silently , like a girl in a dream . Now she patted Mrs. Fairweather 's soft old hand affectionately . `` It sounds like a storybook , '' she said gaily . `` You must come and see Doris . She is such a darling sister . I would n't have had this waist if it had n't been for her . I will tell you the whole truth -- I do n't mind it now .
Doris made my party waist XXXXX me out of the lining of an old silk quilt of Grandmother Hunter 's that Aunt Adella sent us . ''
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