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Fairbridge looked down upon it , and seldom patronised the shows -LRB- they never said `` plays '' -RRB- staged in its miniature theatre . When they did not resort to their own City Hall for entertainment by local talent , they arrayed themselves in their best and patronised New York itself . New York did not know that it was patronised , but Fairbridge knew . When Mr. and Mrs. George B. Slade boarded the seven o'clock train , Mrs. Slade , tall , and majestically handsome , arrayed most elegantly , and crowned with a white hat -LRB- Mrs. Slade always affected white hats with long drooping plumes upon such occasions -RRB- , and George B. , natty in his light top coat , standing well back upon the heels of his shiny shoes , with the air of the wealthy and well-assured , holding a belted cigar in the tips of his grey-gloved fingers , New York was most distinctly patronised , although without knowing it . It was also patronised , and to a greater extent , by little Mrs. Wilbur Edes , very little indeed , so little as to be almost symbolic of Fairbridge itself , but elegant in every detail , so elegant as to arrest the eye of everybody as she entered the train , holding up the tail of her black lace gown . Mrs. Edes doted on black lace . Her small , fair face peered with a curious calm alertness from under the black plumes of her great picture hat , perched sidewise upon a carefully waved pale gold pompadour , which was perfection and would have done credit to the best hairdresser or the best French maid in New York , but which was achieved solely by Mrs. Wilbur Edes ' own native wit and skilful fingers .