“Oh, yes,” said Vicky. “But the ones the governesses used to get weren’t much better. There was one governess who always picked out bright green. I hate green, anyway. And sometimes the cook used to. She would yet if I’d let her. But I won’t. I don’t think it’s any of her business.”
“Well——” Winona hesitated.
“Well, what had I better do?” demanded Vicky.
“I don’t know!” said Winona frankly. “But I do know that that silk dress is wrong. Why don’t you get summer dresses, chambrays and ginghams and organdies?”
“I don’t know,” said Vicky. “I never thought about it. Silk is better, isn’t it?”
“I don’t think so,” said Winona. “It doesn’t wash. You see this dress isn’t very clean.”
“No,” acknowledged Vicky. “Does being clean count such a lot?”
“Goodness!” Words failed Winona. “I tell you,” she said finally. “Why don’t you come over here and join the Blue Birds, Vicky? Marie could tell you a lot of things and it would be the quickest way to learn a lot about being like other people, if that is what you want.”
“I’d like to,” said Vicky, “but I sort of keep house.”
“I have an idea, then,” said Winona. Now, when Winona had ideas her friends usually waited to hear what she had to say. “Why couldn’t some of the girls come up and stay with you, after Camp is over? It will be quite awhile even then before school opens. We could help you—show you how to do things.”