THE MARIONETTE SHOW Do you remember your first party dress?
How it gave a glimpse of the throat and neck, and seemed to sweep the ground all around, although it merely reached your shoe tops?
Did you feel a thrill of pleasure when the last hook and eye was fastened and you surveyed yourself in the longest mirror in the house?
So it was with Anne in her pink crepe de Chine.

Or was it really Anne, this little vision in rose color with glowing cheeks and sparkling eyes?
She stood spellbound before the glass on that memorable Christmas night, and no one disturbed her for awhile.

Mrs.Gray and the girls had stolen out so as not to embarrass the young girl who, for the first time, saw herself in a beautiful new silk dress exactly the color of pink rose petals, which hung in soft folds to the tips of her small pink satin slippers.
"Give her a chance, girls," whispered Mrs.Gray.

"We mustn't be too enthusiastic about the difference.

It might hurt her tender little feelings.