“I’m glad white will wash,” added Gertie complacently, smoothing down her ruffles.
Chicken Little hugged her doll tighter and ignored these remarks.
“I’m glad it didn’t rain today ’cause Mother wouldn’t have let me wear my white shoes if it had.”
“It rained hard enough last night—you’ll have to watch out for puddles. Father said everything was soaked this morning,” replied Katy.
“It’s dried awful fast—May’s going to have the party on the lawn. Her mother’s set a table out under the trees,” said Gertie.
“Yes, and she’s going to have a prize for the prettiest doll. We’re each to write a name on a piece of paper and put it in a hat and then they’ll count them and give it to the doll that has the most.”
“Mother made a new dress for Minnie and painted her cheeks where I washed the pink off, but I don’t s’pose she’ll get the prize—she’s so old. Maybe your Victoria will, she has such pretty blue eyes.”
Chicken Little looked down at Victoria’s blue eyes and yellow curls appraisingly.
“Marian says she thinks Victoria is one of the prettiest dolls she’s ever seen.”
“She is pretty but I don’t think her dress is near as pretty as Grace Dart’s. Her doll’s got the loveliest pink silk and a hat and parasol to match. It’s a—what do you s’pose those boys are laughing at?”