She thought of a number of characters she would have liked to impersonate, but was always balked by the lack of some vital article of dress.
"It's no use!" she lamented.

"I can't be 'Joan of Arc' without a suit of armor, or 'Queen Elizabeth' when I haven't a flowered velvet robe! I'm so tired of all the old things! It's too stale to twist some roses in my hair for 'Summer,' and I've been a gipsy so often that everybody knows my red handkerchief and gilt beads.

I'd as soon be a Red Indian squaw!" "And why shouldn't you be ?" asked Quenrede.

"It's a remarkably pretty costume." "Oh, I dare say, if I could beg, borrow, or steal it!" "You've no need to do either, my dear.

I've had a brain-wave, and we'll fix it up for you at home.