"Have I got to be washed?" Moses demanded. "I can wash myself, and I will, too. Kin I borry an old tablecloth or something?"
"Here's a towel," Peggy said.
"I want an old tablecloth, too."
"You come downstairs and I'll give you one. Children takes notions," Grandmother said. "He probably has an idea of some kind. You come along with me, Moses."
Thus relieved of Moses, Peggy and Elizabeth each took a little girl and scrubbed and polished and combed till the result was miraculous. With the wonderful, red curls smoothed and a big yellow bow on top of them, Mabel looked like the distinctive child she was meant to be. The apron proved a great success.
"She looks just as well as Madget, in spite of all our trouble," Elizabeth said a little dolefully. "There's nothing to cry about in that, Madget. You want your sister to look as well as you do, don't you, dear?"
"No, I don't," Madget answered, concisely.
"She's awfully cunning, if she is bad," Peggy said, standing off to view the effect of her finishing touches. "She looks good enough to eat."
"Ice-cream and potato salud, and beans and coffee an' ice-cream," Madget began, at the suggestion.
"I said you looked good enough to eat, Madget."