"No, not a word."
"Good! That means he'll come home to dinner. I just can't wait another week to have him see Kit."
"And I was mean enough to wish that he would be detained in the city. My dress looks so badly, I don't like to meet anyone."
"Now never you mind, Kit, my Dad wouldn't care at all," asserted Bet.
"Isn't there a dress of yours she can wear?" asked Auntie Gibbs.
"No, we've tried everything, she's about an inch broader than I am, and she can't get into anything except my bathrobe. Her own dress will look better than that, especially as Dad doesn't like to see girls sitting around in bath robes."
"Oh that Dad of yours! If he had his way, women would always be dressed up in those crazy Colonial things he has."
"That's a good idea! Kit, we're going to give you a gown from a hundred years ago and Dad will think you're marvelous." Bet ran to a large closet under the stairs and from an old chest brought out an armful of dresses of antique pattern. "Come on, girls, help me get Kit fixed up before Dad comes."
Kit's face was full of perplexity as the girls dragged her up the stairs and got her into a costume of pale yellow satin that set off her dark hair. It trailed behind her in a long sweeping train.
"You look as if you had just stepped out of a picture frame, Kit Patten!" exclaimed Joy with a curtsey.