One pile was pronounced suitable to take on the visit, one good enough to wear at home after another renovating, and one altogether past wearing.
"It's a sort of day of judgment," said Jack, who was watching the performance with interest.

"You're separating the sheep from the goats; only there's three divisions here, white sheep, black sheep, and goats." "I love for such days to come," said Mary, falling upon the third pile and bearing it away as her lawful spoils, "for I always get all the goats.

Now my dolls can set up a milliner's shop and dry-goods store with all this stuff that Joyce has thrown away." "You may take my new umbrella with you, if you want it, Joyce," said Jack.

"I haven't used it half a dozen times since I got it Christmas, and you will want to put on style in Kentucky.

Your old one is good enough for me to use out here in Plainsville." "Do you want my blue spotted necktie, sister ?" asked Holland, leaning against her and looking up into her face with an anxious little pucker on his forehead.