"Actually I have nothing to wear," began Fan impressively; "I 've
been too busy to think or care till now, but here it is nearly May
and I have hardly a decent rag to my back. Usually, you know, I
just go to Mrs. O'Grady and tell her what I want; she makes my
spring wardrobe, Papa pays the bill, and there I am. Now I 've
looked into the matter, and I declare to you, Polly, I 'm frightened
to see how much it costs to dress me."
"Not so much as some girls I know," said Polly encouragingly.
"Perhaps not, for I have a conscience, and taste is economy
sometimes; but really, Polly, I have n't the heart to ask Papa for a
cent just now, and yet I must have clothes. You are such a genius
for planning and working wonders, that I throw myself upon you
and ask, 'How shall I make a spring wardrobe out of nothing?' "
"Let me see the 'nothing' before I advise. Bring out every rag you
've got, and we 'll see what can be done," said Polly, looking as if
she enjoyed the prospect, for she had a great deal of that feminine
faculty which we call "knack," and much practice had increased it.
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