“Then it’s lucky I didn’t bring you one. But I’ve brought you a playmate.”
Mary looked surprised.
Tom was passing through the hall at the moment, and her guardian called her.
“Come in, Tom.”
Mary Merton stared at the new-comer, and her quick eyes detected that the dress in which she appeared was one of her own.
“Why, she’s got on my dress,” she said.
“She is about your size, Mary, so I gave her your dress.”
“Didn’t she have any clothes of her own?”
“Were you unwilling to let her have that dress?” asked her uncle.
Mary pouted, and Captain Barnes said, “Martha, I will put money in your hands to supply Jenny with a suitable wardrobe. I had intended to give Mary new articles for all which been appropriated to Tom’s use; but I have changed my mind.”