"The very idea! This chiffon is two
dollars a yard!"
"I've got the very thing you need, Sary. You can wear second mourning
now, I suppose!" exclaimed Eleanor, sending a look at her sister.
She hurried to the closet and took a long flat box from the upper
shelf. As she carried it over to Sary, Barbara stared.
"Eleanor Maynard! _What_ are you giving her?"
"Something I never will need this summer, and Sary can use it very
nicely to furbish up that black dress."
Sary was too excited to wait and open the box in her own room, so she
tore off the paper at once. A lovely rainbow-tinted chiffon scarf lay
revealed, the predominating colors being violet.
"Ah-h-h! Ah'm clean locoed, Miss Nolla! Not a soul'll ever know that
rusty black alpacky is th' same dress Miss Pearson mourned her husband
in fer five years before Ah got it given me!"
"What nonsense! As if that dainty scarf will hide your outlandish dress
and mountainous figure!" came insultingly from Barbara.
But nothing could spoil the joy of possessing such a heavenly wisp of
angel's robe as that scarf seemed to be to Sary. She was deaf to all
else, as she tenderly hugged the box to her ample bosom and backed from
the room.
When all were seated about the table, which was spread in the living
room for that night, Mr. Brewster smiled at Polly in her gala attire.
Anne looked sweet and lovely in her simple dress, but the host could
not quite make out the style the city girls wore.
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