We did get--you'd never guess what.

We got two new gingham dresses, very plain and homely, and a pair of horrid, thick low shoes.
Why, I could have cried! I did 'most cry as I exclaimed: "Why, Mother, those are _Mary_ things!" "Of course, they're Mary things," answered Mother, cheerfully--the kind of cheerfulness that says: "I'm being good and you ought to be." Then she went on.

"That's what I meant to buy--Mary things, as you call them.

Aren't you going to be Mary just next week?
Of course, you are! And didn't you tell me last year, as soon as you got there, Miss Anderson objected to your clothing and bought new for you?
Well, I am trying to see that she does not have to do that this year." And then she bought me a brown serge suit and a hat so tiresomely sensible that even Aunt Jane will love them, I know.

And to-morrow I've got to put them on to go in.
Do you wonder that I say I am Mary already?
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