"Mamma," she said, "why can't I wear pretty clothes every day like Irene Clarke? She always has puffs and ruffles, and her aprons are trimmed so nice."
Mamma finished buttoning the tippet and tied down the snug little hat.
"Puffs and ruffles and dainty aprons are nice," she replied gently. "Mamma likes pretty things as well as Lou, but always in their place, dearie."
But mamma's words did not help. Little Lou went out with the same dissatisfied face.
"They say mammas know best," she spoke. "It's funny, though. Irene's mamma knows a different best from mine—O, there she is!" and Lou hurried
to meet the little city girl whose puffs and ruffles had made her plaid frock seem so mean.
LOU.
It chanced that Irene wore a fresh suit, one that Lou had never seen. Delightedly she spied the dainty robe.