The unheated attic was too cold for comfortable play. However, the girls made their selection of clothes and carried them down to the living room by the hearth.
Veve chose a short red skirt, a lace blouse and high button shoes. Eileen found a tight fitting black velvet gown and a tiny feathered hat which gave her the appearance of having stepped out of a very old picture book.
Connie put on Mrs. Gordon’s lavender silk wedding gown. The full, ruffled skirt swished delightfully as she paraded up and down the carpet.
“How that dress brings back memories,” remarked Mrs. Gordon, thoroughly enjoying the show the girls were putting on. “The silk has held up all these years. One can’t buy such material these days.”
“Let’s have a style show,” proposed Connie. “I’ll lead off.”
“And I’ll provide the orchestra,” laughed Miss Gordon, seating herself at the old organ.
Connie pranced across the living room in her best imitation of a department store model. All the Brownies clapped and laughed.
“Now it’s Jane’s turn,” declared Connie. Just then her nose tickled, and without thinking she reached into the pocket of Grandma Gordon’s wedding dress for a handkerchief.
Of course, there was no handkerchief in the pocket, but she did feel something small and round and hard.
“Why, what is this?” she said, pulling it out.