Refusing the Duster

I have a duster Mrs. A. said. I will bring it to you. I was thinking feather duster, so I said I did not want it. She said “It is really pretty. It has flowers on it.” I thought she meant flowers painted on the feathers of it. “I had one,” I told her. “My dog ate it.” She kept persisting, but I turned her down. Politely at first, then rather abruptly. Three days later another friend was wearing a lovely floral jacket. It was sheer, and it was super gorgeous. Where did you get that? I asked her. It is marvelous. “Mrs. A . gave it to me," she said. “I love this duster!”