"Of course, Nolla's appearance is not of as much consequence as yours,
Bob, as she still is so young and delicate. It is different with you,
however, and I'm so glad you are sensible to appreciate what a
difference clothes make," said Mrs. Maynard, resignedly, as the seven
trunks were packed and waiting for the expressman.
"I'm glad your fussing is over at last. If you had much more to sew and
fit we never _would_ get away!" grumbled Eleanor, watching the man
stagger as he carried the heavy trunks downstairs.
"Well, I'll soon be reaping the benefit of my patience and _you'll_
be sorry you were so indifferent over your looks," retorted Barbara,
turning away from the window once her five trunks were safely on the
express wagon.
"Girls, you're sure everything that Celeste wrote down on the list is
packed? Your complexion cream in case of freckles or tan--and the
shampoo mixture for the hair-dresser to use? Tell him I never allow you
to use ready-made preparations on your hair."
"Yes, mother, all the toilet articles are in the small trunk, and the
few extra things were packed in Eleanor's trunk because she had a
corner with nothing to fill in it," explained Barbara.
"Thank goodness we can eat dinner and go to bed to-night without being
served styles and fits!" sighed Eleanor, not meaning to be irreverent
at her mother's gospel.
Anne Stewart had not mentioned the need of mountain-shoes and good
plain clothing in her letters to the Maynards, because Mr.
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