Fanny brought out her "rags" and was astonished to see how many
she had, for chair, sofa, bed, and bureau were covered, and still
Maud, who was burrowing in the closets, kept crying, "Here 's
another."
"There 's a discouraging heap of rubbish for you!" said Fan, as she
added a faded muslin to the last pile.
"Now, to me your 'rubbish' looks very encouraging, because there
is good material there, and not much worn-out finery, that 's my
detestation, for you can't do anything with it. Let me see, five
bonnets. Put the winter ones away till autumn, rip up the summer
ones, and out of three old ones we 'll get a pretty new one, if my
eyes don't deceive me."
"I 'll rip, and then do let me see you make a bonnet, it must be so
interesting," said Maud, whipping out her scissors and eagerly
beginning to reduce a shabby little bonnet to its original elements.
"Now the dresses," continued Polly, who had rapidly sorted out the
piles.
"Will you have the goodness to look at this?" said Fan, holding up
a gray street suit faded past cure.
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