“I hope Elsie will wear white too. I think it will be prettier for us both.”
“I dare say she will; her father likes to see her in white, and of course he will say what she is to wear.”
“Yes; and she has so many lovely white dresses. I’m sure she’ll grow too large for them before they’re half worn out.”
“Yes, no doubt,” Mildred said with a slight smile. “But now, dear, isn’t it time to say good-night?”
“Yes, when I’ve had a peep at darling wee Percy,” Annis returned, stealing softly to the side of the crib and bending over the little sleeper with a face all aglow with loving admiration. “O Milly, he’s so sweet and pretty!” she whispered, turning to the young mother who stood close at her side. “I’d like so much to kiss him, but I won’t, for fear of waking him—the precious pet.”
On going down Annis found Elsie in her dressing-room being made ready for bed. “May I stay and talk a little?” she asked.
“Yes; while mammy is undressing me,” Elsie said. “I do want to have a long talk, but papa’s orders are to get to bed and to sleep as fast as I can, and leave the talking for to-morrow.”
“Then we must, of course; but I want to tell you that Milly is going to get me a new dress for the party—a white one she thinks. Isn’t she good? And won’t you wear white too?”
“I don’t know. I hadn’t thought about it yet, and papa hasn’t said anything either.”
“Well, you have such quantities of beautiful dresses that you don’t need to think till you’re just going to put it on.”