"Wait till we see what we can find for dressing up," Bertram advised.
John displayed a little anxiety.
"Dressing up?" he repeated.
"We always dress up every Sunday," the children burst forth in unison.
"Oh, I see—it's a kind of habit. Well, I dare say Mrs. Worfolk will be able to find you an old duster or something."
"Duster," echoed Viola, scornfully. "That's not enough for dressing up."
"I didn't suggest a duster as anything but a supplement to your ordinary costume. I didn't anticipate that you were going to rely entirely upon the duster."
"I say, V, can you twig what Uncle John says?"
Viola shook her head.
"Nor more can I," said Bertram, sympathetically.