So she chose a blue poplin dress, a pink sash, a scarlet bow, and a green pin. The dress was half a yard too long, and she caught it up in front with some artificial flowers she found in a box. Her head she surmounted with an old chignon, which bobbed back and forth, as she walked, like a pedler's pack.
"O, see, Prudy," said she; "here is auntie's jewel cabinet. What cunning little sliding drawers!"
"Don't open it; don't touch it, Dotty. I saw auntie look it up in her safe once; but I suppose she took it out again to get her watch."
"No, she didn't; here's her watch," said Dotty, swinging open one of the little drawers.
"That's her other watch, Dotty. She says it needs mending."
"Then I'm going to wear it; it is just as good for a lady boarder, as a whole one."
"Don't, Dotty; that's the watch Uncle Augustus gave her when they were married, and she thinks the world of it."
"Well, he gave her the other one too—didn't he?"
"Yes; last Christmas: don't you know how she found it in an orange?"
"O, I remember. And she ought to think the most of that one, Prudy, because she loves him better now than she did when he gave her this one; ever so much better."