She went to a neighboring poultry farm, and boldly begged the tail feathers which had been plucked the day before from some game fowls.

These she glued round a cardboard crown, and the effect was magnificent.

A dress rehearsal was held, and the family rejoiced over Ingred's most decidedly Wild West appearance.
"You have a pair of real moccasins that Uncle Ernest sent you for bedroom slippers.

I'll cut some strips of cloth into fringe for leggings, and you can wear Athelstane's leather belt, and carry an axe for a tomahawk," said Quenrede, surveying her work with critical satisfaction.

"Don't forget to paint your face!" "I shan't show anyone my costume beforehand," chuckled Ingred.