“Yes, we will go tomorrow afternoon.”
Just then Betty came in from play.
“Where are you going Monday afternoon, Bobby?” she asked.
“Mother and I are going somewhere. You can’t go.”
“Betty may go with us,” said Mother. “She needs a new dress.”
“Good!” cried Betty, “I’m going to have a new dress. Shall we buy it of the dressmaker, Mother?”
“No, dear. We don’t buy dresses at the dressmaker’s. The dressmaker makes dresses.”
“She made a pretty dress for you, Mother,” said Betty. “I think she will make one for me.”
“I can find a nice dress for you at the dry-goods store,” said Mother.
“Is that the place where there are pretty dresses in the window?” asked Betty.