First Girl. Mine has a muff; has your doll a muff?
Second Girl. No, she has not; my aunt says she will teach me to do chain stitch; and then I am to work one.
First Girl. What is her best dress?
Second Girl. You shall see them all; there is the dress which I like best.
First Girl. Why do you like it best?
Second Girl. It is my dear mother’s work; see how neat it is; and there is a green silk.
First Girl. My doll’s best dress is brown with a stripe of blue; and she has a white, wrought with a moss rose, a pink, and a large bunch of leaves: that was her best, but it is just worn out now; she must leave it off soon.
Second Girl. Why does she wear it so long?
First Girl. I had a half-dollar to buy her a piece of silk; as I went in the coach with my aunt to buy it, we met a poor child who had no clothes, but the worst rags which you can think.
Second Girl. And you gave it to her. My doll should wear her old gown for a long time, for the sake of such a use to put my half-dollar to.