“Anything of mine would be up to your knees, and baggy,” said Louise thoughtfully. “Wait a minute, Win, till I think.”
“I’ll do my hair while you’re at it,” said Winona.
“Why couldn’t you borrow something of your mother’s?” was Louise’s next thought.
“Mother wears long dresses,” said Winona. “If she didn’t I could—I’m nearly her build.”
“Couldn’t you pin them up?”
“I declare, I believe I’ll try,” exclaimed Winona daringly. She ran out of the room, while Louise went on with her own dressing, and came back in a minute with a fresh, silk-lined black organdy over her arm.
“This is all there is for it,” she said. “Mother would be willing, I know, if she were here. She always wants me to wear her things.”
“It’s lovely,” said Louise admiringly, as Winona’s pink cheeks and blue eyes appeared above the soft black, “but I’m afraid we’ll hurt it if we put pins in it.”
“I won’t pin it up, then,” said Winona. “The guests will never know the difference. I don’t suppose father has mentioned my age.”
“You’ll look awfully old!”