"My mother must make Prudy's clo'es bigger'n this; yes, she must.

It chokes." However, by dint of much hard work she succeeded in squeezing her round little figure into the red merino, and fastening two of the buttons.

"O, hum!" sighed she; "this dress is so tight I shan't grow to-day!" Dotty had a great admiration for her mother's purple breakfast shawl, which she now threw over her little shoulders with tremulous delight.
Nono's Sunday bonnet she next laid her naughty hands upon.

Very charming was this bonnet in Dotty's eyes, as it was made of claret-colored silk, and was all on fire inside with scorching red and yellow flames.

It was so huge and so deep that Dotty's small face under it looked as if it had got lost in Mammoth Cave.
"Now I've got every single clo'es on me.