Sue thought so—decidedly.
Blue Bonnet picked up the ribbon Annabel had so scorned and smoothed out its wrinkles gently. She hated to give it up, somehow; it linked her to her childhood. She wasn't half as anxious to grow up as Annabel was. She didn't want to look twenty—yet! There was so much time to be a woman.
The five o'clock gong sounded.
Blue Bonnet picked up her things and started for her room.
"Wait—the dress," Annabel said. She got out the pink organdy.
Blue Bonnet glanced at it shyly.
"If you don't mind, I believe I'll wear my own."
Annabel looked hurt.
"All right, if you feel that way, of course. Then we won't wear yours." She handed Blue Bonnet the Peter Thompson.
"Oh, yes, you will—please do! You are quite welcome. I only thought—- I—you see, I have never worn anybody's clothes in my life. It seems so funny—"