"O-o h!" sighed Louisiana. "Oh, dear!"
Miss Ferrol rose from her chair.
"I will show them to you," she said. "I—I should like you to try them on."
"To try them on!" ejaculated the child in an awe-stricken tone. "Me?"
"Yes," said Miss Ferrol, unlocking the trunk and throwing back the lid. "I have been wanting to see you in them since the first day you came."
She took them out and laid them upon the bed on their trays. Louise got up from the floor and approaching, reverently stood near them. There was a cream-colored evening-dress of soft, thick, close-clinging silk of some antique-modern sort; it had golden fringe, and golden flowers embroidered upon it.
"Look at that," said Miss Ferrol, softly—even religiously.
She made a mysterious, majestic gesture.
"Come here," she said. "You must put it on."
Louise shrank back a pace.