“Why not?” cried Dolly. “It’s lovely! And it just suits your blonde colouring.”
This was stretching the point a little, for Miss Partland’s blondeness was of the type known as ash, and her faded complexion and dull light blue eyes hardly deserved the name of colouring.
But Dolly was sincere, and she meant to make the most of what little natural vanity the lady possessed.
“Yes, indeed,” chimed in Dotty. “That’s too pretty to be buried in an old dark closet! Put it on, quick, before the doctor gets here!”
A little bewildered, Miss Partland hurried into the robe, and the girls were astounded at the becomingness of it.
“Well, well!” cried Dotty. “Try our plans, and you will be surprised at the result! Why, Miss Partland, you’re a hummer! A regular peach! Isn’t she, Doll?”
“Yes-sir-ee!” And Dolly patted the blue silk approvingly. Then they wound the blue sash, that belonged to the robe, round about her, and tucked the ends in in Chinese fashion.
“You must put that on every day after school,” said Dotty, “it’s lovely on you.”
“But it’s too nice. I never dreamed of wearing it—”
“No matter, just you wear it, and when it’s worn out I ’spect sister’ll give you another.”