“How lovely Annis looks!” remarked Nellie Hall.
“Yes, doesn’t she?” agreed Persis, her eyes sparkling. “She is wearing her great-great-grandmother’s gown.”
“I want mamma to meet her,” continued Nellie. “Here she comes now,” as a sweet-looking woman entered.
“I’ll go and bring Annis,” Persis hastened to say, but Lisa’s hand detained her.
“Where did Annis get that gown?” she asked.
“I said it was her great-great-grandmother’s.”
“It looks exactly like that one of Aunt Esther’s, the one she wore to the ball in New York last year.”
“So it is,” replied Persis. And before Lisa could say a word she darted away, her eyes dancing, while Lisa stood looking after her in astonishment.
“I believe Persis is daft,” she said, turning to Nellie Hall.
Presently Persis returned in company with Annis. She approached the little group where Mrs. Hall was standing. “I am so glad you are here, Mrs. Hall,” she began, in a clear voice. And then, “I want to present my cousin, Annis Brown.”