"Your mother has so many children, and so little time to sew. Have you a suit at home, Blanche Aurora?"
"What do you mean—a suit?"
"A coat and skirt alike."
"Not alike. I've got a brown skirt that was Ma's and a jacket I wear to church when it's cold. 'Tain't cold now, though. I wear a white waist on Sunday."
No suspicion of Linda's intentions enlightened her.
The girl arose and walked over to the bed and the blue eyes followed her.
"I sent to Chicago for these dresses of mine."
"I seen the big box come yesterday," returned the other, gravitating toward the bed, and gloating over the color of the fine fabrics.
"Yes, I thought perhaps I could fix some of my things for you."
"What things?" returned Blanche Aurora mechanically.