She leaned against the wall and her father's overcoat brushed her face.

She caught the folds and clung to it with all her might.
"Oh father! Father!" she moaned.

"I need you! I don't believe you would have done this!" At last she opened the door.
"I can't find my dress," she said.
"Well, as it's the only one there I shouldn't think it would be much trouble." "You mean for me to wear an old washed dress to-night ?" "It's a good dress.

There isn't a hole in it! There's no reason on earth why you shouldn't wear it." "Except that I will not," said Elnora.

"Didn't you provide any dress for Commencement, either ?" "If you soil that to-night, I've plenty of time to wash it again." Wesley's voice called from the gate.
"In a minute," answered Elnora.
She ran upstairs and in an incredibly short time came down wearing one of her gingham school dresses.