Cinderella's Sister

She wore a pique gown of immaculate white, a white straw sailor hat and tan Oxford ties. She limped slightly as she walked aboard the Hoboken ferryboat Bergen. She sat in the corner seat nearest the door. In a few moments she stooped, felt under her skirts for a few seconds and sat up straight again with a little sigh of relief. The toe of only one shoe peeped from under the hem of her skirt. -- New York Commercial Advertiser.