“Yes,” the girl said, “Uncle Cliff liked me to wear it. I wonder,” she looked up laughingly, “if that is one reason I like Kitty. Her hair is—reddish!”
“It isn’t as red as it used to be,” Sarah said. “Blue Bonnet, she’ll be so pleased with these—that girl out in Texas.”
Blue Bonnet looked at the little collection with dissatisfied eyes. “Sarah,—I’m going to send—my red dress!”
“Blue Bonnet!”
“I am. Maybe it’ll fit. If it doesn’t, I reckon it can be altered, or done something to.”
“Blue Bonnet—that’s an entirely new dress!”
“I know—I was going to wear it on Sunday for the first time. But doesn’t that make it all the better? I shouldn’t like wearing other people’s dresses.” Blue Bonnet went to her closet, coming back with the dress over her arm, a simple shirtwaist suit in some soft woollen goods. “Isn’t it the loveliest shade, Sarah? You can’t deny that this is useful and pretty too. See, the lace is all in the neck. It’s quite the prettiest of all my dresses.”
“But Blue Bonnet—”
Blue Bonnet moved impatiently. “You are the but-eriest set here in Woodford! Out on the ranch I did what I wanted to, when I wanted to,—that is, generally,—without all these everlasting buts. I just hate the word ‘but.’”
“Still,” Sarah held her ground determinedly, “I don’t think you ought to send that dress without asking your grandmother if you may.”