Bud fared better, for the suit that fell to his lot was but slightly worn, and almost fitted him.

As for Ivy, she was decked out in such finery that the boys scarcely dared to touch her.
She had been given a long blue velvet cloak that the youngest Haven could no longer squeeze into.

It was trimmed with shaggy fur that had once been white.

Ivy admired it so much that when she was not wearing it out of doors she was carrying it around in the house in a big roll, as tenderly as if it had been a great doll.
It was an odd little procession that filed past Uncle Billy's house every day, on the way to the woods for autumn stores.

John Jay came first, with a rickety wagon he had made out of a soap-box and two solid wooden wheels.