"Why, you could just let out the tucks. I've had to do that with mine."
"Jenny, shake hands with me."
"What for, Dabney?"
"I'm so glad to meet somebody else that's outgrowing something."
There was a tinge of color rising in Jenny's face; but, before she could think of any thing to say, Dab added,—
"There, Jenny: there's Mrs. Foster and Annie. Isn't she sweet?"
"One of the nicest old ladies I ever saw."
"Oh! I didn't mean her mother."
"Never mind. You must introduce me to them."
"So I will. Take my arm."