"In the early morning I saw her running across the yard in a dark dress.

At breakfast she wore a light frock and for lunch a red one.

I believe that she wore a blue dress when we had our coffee this afternoon, so this must be the fifth costume.

I was beginning at lunch time to wonder about the frequent changes." "I have to change my dress every time I go to the stable," Cornelli said, a little more stubbornly than before.
"How can anybody be so foolish!" exclaimed the cousin now.

"I can understand now why you have no fun and why you always wear an unhappy face.