“We were all to get up and breakfast the next morning by candle-light, so as to take a very early start, that we might have a longer stay at Mr. Dunlap’s. My mother told me all about it the night before, as she tucked me up in my little bed, after which I saw her go to the closet and take down a pretty bright scarlet woolen frock and a snow-white apron to wear with it, with a nice little plaited ruffle round the neck; then she laid a pair of such snow-white woolen stockings side of them, and a pair of bright red morocco shoes.”
“How nice—were you pretty, mother?”
“Of course my mother thought so; I think I looked very much as you do now.”
Susy jumped up, and looked in the glass.
“Then you had light-blue eyes, a straight nose, a round face, and yellow curly hair? Did you, mother, certain, true?”
“Yes.”
“Well, mother.”
“Well, then, my mother went down stairs.”
“Didn’t she kiss you, first?”
“Oh, yes, she always did that.”