"Very pretty," he said languidly. "Classic, isn't it? By the way, Judge, I think you'd be interested—"
And then he began to tell Judge Baker about some horrid auction sale of old books!
I was surprised. I couldn't account for it. To hide my disappointment—for I do want to look my best to-morrow, and then everybody has taken so much pains—-I bent over Joy, tying and untying the ribbons that held the rings of soft hair in front of her ears.
"Thop, Cothin Nelly; you hurt!" she screamed.
As soon as I could, I ran to take off the dress. How could Aunt so parade me? Of course the women Mr. Hynes knows must have all their dresses from city dressmakers.
But I believe, after all, he did notice, for I saw him colour before he turned sharply away. To please Milly, he might at least—
He called the dress classic; it's just long, soft folds without messy trimmings; and, oh, it's not vanity to peep at myself again and again and to dream of to-morrow. I'm gloriously, gloriously beautiful! If John comes to-morrow, I do hope he'll wear gloves. He has good hands, too; well-shaped—
Why, of course; Mr. Hynes must admire me.