I pin it to my waist thus, and the hole is covered.

But it looks like an apron, and how do I contrive to throw the public off the scent?
I add a yoke and sash of the striped lawn, and people see simply a combination-dress.

I do the designing, and my beloved little mother there will do the sewing; forgetting her precious Polly's carelessness in making the hole, and remembering only her cleverness in covering it." "Capital!" said Margery; "it will be prettier than ever.

Oh dear! that dress was new when we had our last lovely summer in the canon.

Shall we ever go again, all together, I wonder?
Just think how we are all scattered,--the Winships traveling in Europe (I 'll read you Bell's last letter by and by); Geoffrey Strong studying at Leipsic; Jack Howard at Harvard, with Elsie and her mother watching over him in Cambridge; Philip and I on the ranch as usual, and you here.