As I suspected, she doesn't like my dresses.

I found out this morning for sure.

She came into my room and asked to see my things.

My! But didn't I hate to show them to her?
Marie said she wouldn't; but Mary obediently trotted to the closet and brought them out one by one.
Aunt Jane turned them around with the tips of her fingers, all the time sighing and shaking her head.

When I'd brought them all out, she shook her head again and said they would not do at all--not in Andersonville; that they were extravagant, and much too elaborate for a young girl; that she would see the dressmaker and arrange that I had some serviceable blue and brown serges at once.
Blue and brown serge, indeed! But, there, what's the use?
I'm Mary now, I keep forgetting that; though I don't see how I can forget it--with Aunt Jane around.
But, listen.