"Grandma never gets me ready-mades. Miss Almira Belt makes everything I wear. Do you suppose she always will do it?"
"I hope not," returned Miss Dorothy gravely, then she laughed as she pictured a grown-up Marian arrayed in frocks of Miss Almira's make. They did very well for a little girl, for they were of good material and neatly made, if old-fashioned in cut.
"Do you think grandma would let me go?" asked Marian, a faint hope dawning within her.
"I shall find out."
"Oh, Miss Dorothy, are you really going to ask her?"
"I certainly am."
"But I am afraid she will say it is too expensive. She doesn't believe in spending money in that way on little girls. She allows me to go to church fairs and such things when they are for a good cause, but she says journeying is not necessary, that it excites me and I am better off at home."
"But you would really like to go," said Miss Dorothy disregarding this last speech.
"It would be the most beautifullest thing that ever happened to me."
"Such a small pleasure," said Miss Dorothy half to herself. "Well, dear, if it is only a question of expense, that shall not stand in the way, I promise you. Fifty cents or so would do it, and that is not a large sum."