Madame, a good French modiste on her deathbed could make a better hat than any one in New York ever could.
The modiste and the grisette are, doubtless, well read in the mysteries of.
She was, at the moment, trudging from a modiste's to a milliner's, to gather something to say in her inevitable article.
They find the modiste, who inspects her new customers and is all suavity.
When they came out of the milliner's or modiste's, Fred was waiting.
"It was a letter for the modiste," she replied with assumed indignation.
He thought she was the little errand-girl from Madam Bailey's modiste.
To begin with, the art of their modiste had been fussy, imitative and timid.
Her gown of soft white silk was daring as a French modiste could make it, but its simplicity was almost nun-like.
He still thought she meant she was not the modiste, just her errand-girl.