She found it in one of the drawers, pinned up in a linen pillow-case.
"And you can have on a white apron," the elder said when they reached the room.
This had long sleeves and a ruffle round the neck. The little girl was ever so much improved.
And I think she would have felt comforted if she could have heard the rest of the talk between the two girls.
"I do wonder if she belongs to the new people," said the girl who laughed. "They can't be much. They came from the country somewhere."
"But they've bought all the way through to the other street. And ma said she meant to call on them. Some one told her they owned a big farm in Yonkers, and one of the young men is to be a doctor. Maybe the little girl doesn't really belong to them. I wish you hadn't spoken quite so loud. I'm sure she heard."
"Oh, I don't care!" with an airy toss of the head. "Mother said the other day she shouldn't bother about new neighbors. Calling on them is out of style."
Hanny looked out of the window a long while. Then she said gravely: "Margaret, are all those old Dutch people dead that were in the history? And where was their Bowery?"
"It is the Bowery out here, but it has changed. That was a long, long time ago."
"If I'd lived then no one would have laughed about my long frock. I almost wish I'd been a little girl then."