Do what you like with them," said Fan calmly.
"Did you ever sell your cast-off finery, as many ladies do ?" asked Polly.
"Never; I don't like the fashion.

I give it away, or let Maud have it for tableaux." "I wonder if you would mind my telling you something Belle proposed ?" "If it 's an offer to buy my clothes, I should mind," answered Fanny, sharply.
"Then I won't," and Polly retired behind a cloud of arsenic-green gauze, which made her look as if she had the cholera.
"If she wanted to buy that horrid new 'gooseberry-colored gown,' as Tom calls it, I 'd let her have it cheap," put in Maud, who was of a practical turn.
"Does she want it, Polly ?" asked Fan, whose curiosity got the better of her pride.
"Well, she merely asked me if I thought you 'd be mortally offended, if she offered to take it off your hands, as you 'd never worn it.

You don't like it, and in another season it will be all out of fashion," said Polly from her verdant retreat.
"What did you say ?" "I saw she meant it kindly, so I said I 'd ask.

Now between ourselves, Fan, the price of that dress would give you all you 'll want for your spring fixings, that 's one consideration; then here 's another, which may have some weight with you," added Polly slyly.

"Trix told Belle she was going to ask you for the dress, as you would n't care to wear it now.