I want to work," cried Dora; "it would be cruel to keep me from the fun of helping you get supper.

Haven't you something I can slip on instead of this dress?
It is not very fine, but I don't want to spatter or burn it." "None of my clothes are long enough for you," said Miriam; "but perhaps I might find something in the garret.

There are all sorts of clothes up there.

If you choose, we can go up and look." In the next minute the two girls were in the great garret, kneeling in front of a trunk, in which Miriam had found the silk robe, which now lay tumbled up in a corner of a stall in the cow-stable.

Article after article of female attire was drawn out and tossed on the floor.