Polly whisked it wrong side out, and showing the clean, bright
fabric, said, with a triumphant wave, "Behold your new suit; fresh
trimming and less of it will finish you off as smart as ever."
"I never wore a turned dress in my life; do you suppose people will
know it?" said Fan doubtfully.
"What if they do? It won't hurt you. Not one in a hundred will ever
think anything about your dress, except that it is pretty. I 've worn
turned and dyed gowns all my days, and it don't seem to have
alienated my friends, or injured my constitution."
"That it has n't; I 'm a goose, Polly, and I 'll get over the feeling that
it 's sort of disgraceful to be poor and have to economize. We 'll
turn the gray, and I 'll wear it bravely."
"Then it will be more becoming than ever. Oh, here 's the pretty
violet silk. That will make a lovely suit," cried Polly, going on
with the review.
"Don't see how two draggled skirts and a stained waist can be
transformed into a whole rig," said Fan, sitting on the bed, with her
garments strewn about her in various attitudes of limp
despondency.
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