Monday morning she was an interested spectator as Linda dressed for school.
"Sure, and hasn't the old chrysalis opened up and let out the nicest little lady-bird moth, Katy ?" inquired Linda as she smoothed her gray-gold skirts.

"I think myself that this dress is a trifle too good for school.

When I get my allowance next week I think I'll buy me a cloth skirt and a couple of wash waists and save this for better; but it really was good of Eileen to take so much pains and send it to me, when she was busy planning a trip." Katy watched Linda go, and she noted the new light in her eyes, the new lift of her head, and the proud sureness of her step, and she wondered if a new dress could do all that for a girl, she scarcely believed that it could.

And, too, she had very serious doubts about the dress.

She kept thinking of it during the day, and when Eileen came, in the middle of the afternoon, at the first words on her lips: "Has my dress come ?" Katy felt a wave of illness surge through her.