"I am taller than she is, but I could wear her waists if I wanted to, and she always alters her skirts herself to save the fees.

Glory be! This is my dress, and there's a petticoat and stockings to match it.

Why, the nice old thing! I suggested hard enough, but in my heart I hardly thought she would do it.

Oh, dear, now if I only had some shoes, and a hat." Linda was standing holding the jacket in one hand, the stockings in the other, her face flaming.

Katy drew herself to full height.