“I was untidy,” she confessed. “I hope you’ll excuse me.” She was smoothing out the new dress. “You see, I only meant to wear my every-day shoes until after breakfast, and then put on my good shoes, for Sunday-school and church. And I’ve been very busy.”
Bonnie May pondered this judicially. “It’s lovely of you to be so nice about it,” she finally admitted, “but I’m afraid I don’t get your idea....” She frowned. “Every-day shoes’ and ‘Sunday shoes,’” she repeated vaguely.
“Well?” said Flora persuasively.
“Don’t you like to be as good on Saturday as on Sunday?”
“Why, yes—just as good, certainly.” Flora was looking bewildered.
“And on Friday, and on other days?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Well, why shouldn’t you wear your ‘good’ shoes all the week, then?”
“But people must look nicer on Sundays than on other days.”
“I don’t see why. If you only look nice, I don’t see what’s the good. And if you really are nice, I think the nice shoes might help all the time.”