Or she could dip it over her ears, change a few pins again and--lo!--she was St.Cecilia seated at the organ, and butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
"She is quite pretty and very clever," said Miss Cordelia one day.

"I think she will marry well." "Do you think she's as pretty as Mary ?" asked Miss Patty.
"My dear!" said Miss Cordelia with a look that said 'What a question you are asking!' "-- is pretty in a way, of course," she said, "but there is something about our Mary--" "I know," nodded Miss Patty.

"Something you can't express--" "The dear child," mused Miss Cordelia, looking out toward the west.

"I wonder what she is doing this very moment!" At that very moment, as it happened, Mary was in her room on the other side of the continent studying the manufacture of raisin fudge.
Theretofore she had made it too soft, or too sugary, but this time she was determined to have it right.

Long ago she had made all the friends that her room would hold, and most of them were there.