"She's older than mother was," said Fairy.
Lark took the little dress and examined it critically. "The neck's too small," she announced decidedly. "Nothing could wear that."
"We're using this for a pattern," said Fairy, lifting a yellowed, much worn garment from the sewing basket. "I wore this, and so did you and so did Connie,—my lovely child."
Carol rubbed her hand about her throat in a puzzled way. "I can't seem to realize that we ever grew out of that," she said slowly. "Is Prudence all right?"
"Yes, just fine."
The twins looked at each other bashfully. Then, "I'll bet there'll be no living with Jerry after this," said Lark.
"Oh, papa," lisped Carol, in a high-pitched voice supposed to represent the tone of a little child. They both giggled, and blinked hard to crowd back the tears that wouldn't stay choked down. Prudence! And that!
"And see here, twins, Prudence has a crazy notion that she wants to come home for it. She says she'll be scared in a hospital, and Jerry's willing to come here with her. What do you think about it?"
The twins looked doubtful. "They say it ought to be done in a hospital," announced Carol gravely. "Jerry can afford it."
"Yes, he wanted to. But Prudence has set her heart on coming home. She says she'll never feel that Jerry Junior got the proper start if it happens any place else. They'll have a trained nurse."