"Oh, that doesn't matter: she'll christen it."
Blue Bonnet got the dress from the closet.
Sue examined it closely, measuring it to her own length.
"I'm afraid it is a little long for me. Maybe I could take a tuck in it somewhere. Yes, I can; here! See?"
Blue Bonnet saw! She also had visions of Aunt Lucinda if the gown were torn or stepped on, but she couldn't be disagreeable and selfish. She followed the girls on in to Annabel's room.
Sue pushed Blue Bonnet into a chair and began taking the bow off her hair.
"I've been wild to get at your hair ever since I first saw you. You're too old to wear it in a braid. Here, give this ribbon to Carita; she's in the infant class yet."
Annabel opened a box of chocolates and curled up comfortably on the couch, from which vantage she watched operations lazily.
"Part it, Sue," she said, studying Blue Bonnet's face. "She has a heavenly nose for it—real patrician. Didn't any one ever tell you that you ought to wear it parted?"
"No—I can't remember that any one ever did."