By noon I was simply crazy with my stuffy, long-sleeved, high-necked blue gingham dress and my great clumpy shoes.

It seemed all of a sudden as if I couldn't stand it--not another minute--not a single minute more--to be Mary, I mean.

And suddenly I determined that for a while, just a little while, I'd be Marie again.

Why couldn't I?
There wasn't anybody going to be there but just myself, _all day long_.
I ran then upstairs to the guest-room closet where Aunt Jane had made me put all my Marie dresses and things when the Mary ones came.

Well, I got out the very fluffiest, softest white dress there was there, and the little white slippers and the silk stockings that I loved, and the blue silk sash, and the little gold locket and chain that Mother gave me that Aunt Jane wouldn't let me wear.