So Mother and Sally went downstairs in the store to buy a cape.
‘Suppose they haven’t one left,’ thought Sally.
But the saleswoman pulled out a rack hung with scarlet capes, and in a trice she had fastened one round Sally’s neck that proved a perfect fit. The hood was pulled up round her head and that, too, fitted nicely. Sally noticed, as she stood before the long mirror, that her hair peeped out from under the hood just as did the curls on the little figure in the window downstairs.
‘Will you wear it home or shall we have it put in a box?’ asked Mother, smiling to see Sally’s delight.
‘I will wear it, please,’ answered Sally in a whisper.
She was too happy to speak out loud.
All the long day spent in the city Sally wore her scarlet cape. She trudged happily along at Mother’s side, in and out of the shops, up and down in the great store elevators. She walked until her shoes felt as heavy as if made of wood. She was so tired that she slept all the way home on the train.
LITTLE RED RIDINGHOOD’S SISTER
But when Father met them at the Seabury Station she was wide awake, and turned proudly round and round so that Father might see her birthday present from every side.