Altogether she was just the kind of little girl which one often finds in the country swinging on gates and making mud pies.
Mary was naturally very neat; and in reply to Jenny's question as to whether she looked like a fright, she answered, "I like your face better than I do your dress, because it is clean." "Why, so was my dress this morning," said Jenny, "but here can't any body play in the mud and not get dirty.

My pantalet hung by a few threads, and as I wanted a rag to wash my earthens with, I tore it off.

Why don't you wear pantalets ?" Mary blushed painfully, as she tried to hide her bare feet with her dress, but she answered, "When mother died I had only two pair, and Miss Grundy says I sha'nt wear them every day.

It makes too much washing." "Miss Grundy! She's a spiteful old thing.

She shook me once because I laughed at that droll picture Sal Furbush drew of her on the front door.