But just imagine how the nurse feels who is obliged to wear your dinner gown instead of her uniform." "I hope she won't spoil it," exclaimed Bumble.

"It was that lovely light blue thing, one of the prettiest frocks you own." "I can imagine her now," said Bob: "she is probably bathing the brow of a sleepless patient, and the lace ruffles and turquoise bugles are helping along a lot.

In fact, I think she's looking rather nice going around a sick-room in that blue bombazine." "It isn't bombazine, Bob," said his sister; "it's beautiful, lovely light-blue chiffon." "Well, beautiful, lovely light-blue chiffon, then; but anyway, I'm sure the nurse is glad of a chance to wear it instead of her own plain clothes." "But her own plain clothes are not at all unpicturesque, and are very becoming to Miss Allen," said Mr.Fairfield.

"But haven't your trunks come ?" he added, as they all went out to dinner.
"No," said Bob; "Mr.Harper and I investigated the baggage-room, but they weren't there." "Oh, call him Kenneth," said Patty.

"You boys are too young for such formality." "I may be," said Bob, "but he isn't.