CHAPTER XX.
THE CONCERT.
One morning, Mrs.Bretton, coming promptly into my room, desired me to open my drawers and show her my dresses; which I did, without a word.
"That will do," said she, when she had turned them over.

"You must have a new one." She went out.

She returned presently with a dressmaker.

She had me measured.

"I mean," said she, "to follow my own taste, and to have my own way in this little matter." Two days after came home--a pink dress! "That is not for me," I said, hurriedly, feeling that I would almost as soon clothe myself in the costume of a Chinese lady of rank.
"We shall see whether it is for you or not," rejoined my godmother, adding with her resistless decision: "Mark my words.