"'No, Papa!'
"'Then why have you on these clothes?'
"The boys didn't know much about their clothes; he looked at them a little more, and then he came into the house. There was I, in my brown gingham, playing with my doll.
"'Great Cæsar!' says Papa. 'Here's another! Been making mud pies, Pussy?'
"'No, Papa! I am playing with my dolly.'
"'Do you get dirty, playing with your dolly?'
"'Why, no, Papa!'
"'Then why do you wear such things as this?'
"I was just going to tell him that 'this' was the dress I was wearing every day and all day, when dear Mammy came out of the sitting-room with the baby. And, Hilda, the baby wore a brown gingham slip, and Mammy had on a long, brown gingham apron.
"'Napoleon Bonaparte!' said Papa. 'Here's two more of 'em.' Then he sat down on the stairs, and looked from one to the other. Then he went to the door and called the boys; and he took us all into the sitting-room, and stood us in a row, and sat and looked at us.