"His cheeks are as red as roses and he's got a lovely ring and big watch chain—pure gold and yaller as a dandelion. You come down here."
"Stop," Bim answered. "I'll be down as soon as I can get on my best bib and tucker."
She was singing Sweet Nightingale as she began "to fix up," while Ann and Mr. Biggs were talking with Mrs. Kelso.
"Ann," Bim called in a moment, "had I better put on my red dress or my blue?"
"Yer blue, and be quick about it."
"Don't you let him get away after all this trouble."
"I won't."
In a few minutes Bim called from the top of the ladder to Ann. The latter went and looked up at her. Both girls burst into peals of merry laughter. Bim had put on a suit of her father's old clothes and her buffalo skin whiskers and was a wild sight.
"Don't you come down looking like that," said Ann. "I'll go up there and 'tend to you."
Ann climbed the ladder and for a time there was much laughing and chattering in the little loft. By and by Ann came down. Bim hesitated, laughing, above the ladder for a moment, and presently followed in her best blue dress, against which the golden curls of her hair fell gracefully. With red cheeks and bright eyes, she was a glowing picture. Very timidly she gave her hand to Mr. Biggs.