“Well, I must say you are a selfish woman,” returned Mrs. Tarleton, good-humoredly, and yet meaning what she said.  “It wouldn’t do you a bit of harm to let me have the pattern, and would gratify me more than I can tell.”

“I’ll tell you what I will do,” said Mrs. Bates, to this, with a reluctant effort that was readily perceived by her visitor, “I will give you the head-dress and let you wear it, as long as you seem to have set your heart so upon it.”

“Oh no, no; you know I wouldn’t do that.  But it seems strange that you are not willing for us to wear the same head-dress.”

The indelicate pertinacity of her visitor annoyed Mrs. Bates very much, and she replied to this rather more seriously than she had before spoken.

“The fact is, Mrs. Tarleton,” she said, “this head-dress is one that cannot fail to attract attention.  I have several very intimate friends, between whom and myself relations of even a closer kind exist than have yet existed between you and me.  If I give you the pattern of this cap and the privilege of wearing it with me for the first time it is seen in this city, these friends will have just cause to think hard of me for passing them by.  This is a reason that would inevitably prevent me from meeting your wishes, even if I were indifferent about appearing in it myself alone.”

“I suppose I must give it up, then,” said Mrs. Tarleton, in a slightly disappointed tone.

“As I said before,” returned Mrs. Bates, “I will defer the matter entirely to you.  You shall have the head-dress and I will choose some other one.”

“Oh no; I couldn’t think of such a thing,” returned Mrs. Tarleton.  “That is more than I ought to ask or you to give.”

“It is the best I can do,” Mrs. Bates said, with a quiet smile.

“Sister,” said Mrs. Tarleton, on returning home, “you can’t imagine what a sweet head-dress Mrs. Bates has just received from Paris through her sister in New York.  It is the most unique and beautiful thing I ever saw.  I tried hard for the pattern, but the selfish creature wouldn’t let me have it.  She is keeping it for the Liston’s party, where it will be the admiration of every one.”

“What is it like?”

“Oh, I can’t begin to describe it.  It is altogether novel.  I wish now I had asked her to let me bring it home to show it to you.”

“I wish you had.  You must go there again and get it for me.”

“I believe I will call in again to-morrow.—­Perhaps she will have thought better of it by that time, and changed her mind.  At any rate, if not, I will ask her to let me bring it home and show it to you.”

This was done.  Mrs. Bates did not object to letting Mrs. Tarleton take the head-dress and show it to her sister, for she had the fullest confidence that she would not do anything with it that she knew was against her wishes, which had been clearly expressed.

The sister of Mrs. Tarleton was in raptures with the head-dress.