Now, Chloe, let us put a few things together.

The fewer the better.

Just a small bundle which we can carry in our hands." In a few minutes they returned to the room, Chloe carrying a large basket, and looking somewhat ruffled.
"Chloe is a little upset," the girl said, smiling, "because I won't put my best clothes on; and the leaving her Sunday gown behind is a sore trouble to her." "No wonder, sah," Chloe said.

"Why, dey say dat thar am no pretty dresses in de 'Federacy, and dat blue gown wid red spots is just as good as new, and it am downright awful to tink dat dose fellows will come back and take it." "Never mind, Chloe," Vincent said, smiling.

"No doubt we are short of pretty dresses in the South, but I dare say we shall be able to find you something that will be almost as good.