“See what I’ve got!” she cried, holding out the purse. “And I’m going to buy the finest clothes in all the kingdom! And ride in the king’s carriage! And have a man to wait upon me! And make Mammy Skib and Mistress Kappleson and all the other neighbors wild with jealousy!”
“AFTER ADMIRING THE DRESSES FOR A TIME, THEY LOOKED AT BUD’S NEW CLOTHES.”
“I don’t care,” said Bud.
“Why, you owe everything to me!” cried Aunt Rivette. “If I hadn’t brought you to Nole on the donkey’s back, you wouldn’t have been the forty-seventh person to enter the gate.”
“That’s true,” said Meg.
But Bud was angry.
“I know it’s true,” he said; “but look here, you mustn’t bother us. Just keep out of our way, please, and let me alone, and then I won’t care how many new dresses you buy.”
“I’m going to spend every piece of this gold!” she exclaimed, clasping the purse with her wrinkled hands. “But I don’t like to go through the streets in this poor dress. Won’t you lend me your cloak, Meg, until I get back?”
“Of course I will,” returned the girl; and going to the closet, she brought out the magic cloak the fairy had given her and threw it over Aunt Rivette’s shoulders. For she was sorry for the old woman, and this was the prettiest cloak she had.