"Clothes?" said Fay.
"Yes, clothes, and I suppose they would be glad of almost anything that would help to make their lives more comfortable," said her mother.
Fay sat down in an old basket and watched her mother fold and unfold the contents of trunks and boxes so quietly, that Mrs. Bradley finally looked up and said:
"Why don't you go to your play, dear? What are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking," said Fay, "do you s'pose the Tougaloo folks have any little girls?"
"Oh, yes, plenty of them."
"Big's me?"
"Yes, all sizes, I suppose," said Mrs. Bradley, going on with her work.
"Well," said Fay, "I was thinking, how d'you s'pose they'd like Susy?"