“Wonder what?”
Then Grandmother Wheeler went to her little storeroom and emerged bearing a box. She displayed the contents—three charming little white frocks fluffy with lace and embroidery.
“Did you make them?”
“Yes, I did. I couldn't help it. I thought if the dear child never wore them, it would be some comfort to know they were in the house.”
“That one needs a broad blue sash,” said Grandmother Stark.
Grandmother Wheeler laughed. She took her impecuniosity easily. “I had to use what I had,” said she.
“I will get a blue sash for that one,” said Grandmother Stark, “and a pink sash for that, and a flowered one for that.”
“Of course they will make all the difference,” said Grandmother Wheeler. “Those beautiful sashes will really make the dresses.”
“I will get them,” said Grandmother Stark, with decision. “I will go right down to Mann Brothers' store now and get them.”
“Then I will make the bows, and sew them on,” replied Grandmother Wheeler, happily.