(Don't Cry — The Sky Is Closed — Paris Supper — Melancholy — Don't Kiss Me)

For weeks past, spring fashions were our all-absorbing occupation and our one topic of talk with the ladies. We had scarcely finished enumerating their lines and colors for them and praising their virtues when summer came upon us, calling us to new lines and new colors; so we brushed our hands of the former to turn to the latter with the same eagerness as at first, and more... And what is fashion but a perpetual leaning toward renewal and invention?

As for this summer dress, its first virtues are grace, freedom, and abandon, so that the frock is a color — fresh, transparent, with the sun's rays breaking and melting upon its shimmer. Among its particulars: if the frock is for daytime, it is adorned with a charming turned-back collar that ends upon the skirt in buttons, or cords of embroidery pour down from its collar, reaching the hips and then vanishing among the folds of the skirt. If the frock is for late afternoon, it is well that its