That's Mary.
And now, to add to all this, Mother has had me _dress_ like Mary.

Yes, she began two weeks ago.

She came into my room one morning and said she wanted to look over my dresses and things; and I could see, by the way she frowned and bit her lip and tapped her foot on the floor, that she wasn't suited.

And I was glad; for, of course, I always like to have new things.

So I was pleased when she said: "I think, my dear, that on Saturday we'll have to go in town shopping.
Quite a number of these things will not do at all." And I was so happy! Visions of new dresses and hats and shoes rose before me, and even the pink beaded silk came into my mind--though I didn't really have much hopes of that.
Well, we went shopping on Saturday, but--did we get the pink silk?
We did not.