"I don't believe I ever can do all that," she said when Janice paused; "I
never was one to rush around pell-mell, but I've always been a great
believer in lettin' other folks enjoy themselves an' I shall try not to
interfere."
Janice hung the tiny memoranda up beside its owner's watch and stood at
attention for further orders.
"But I d'n know I'm sure what I can wear to-night," continued the one in
bed; "you know my bonnet was run over yesterday."
"Was it?"
"Yes,--it was the most sudden thing I ever saw. I thought it was the top of
my head at first."
"Was it spoiled?"
"Well, it wouldn't do for me again and I don't really believe it would
even do for Lucinda. We didn't bring it home with us anyhow an' so its no
use talkin' of it any more. I'm sure I wish I'd brought my other with me.
It wasn't quite as stylish, but it set so good on my head. As it is I
ain't got any bonnet to wear an' we're goin' in a box, Jack says,--I should
hate to look wrong in a box."
"But ladies in boxes do not wear anything," cried Janice reasuringly.
Aunt Mary jumped.
"Not _anything?_"
"On their heads."
"Oh!--Well, then the bonnet half of me'll be all right, but what _shall_ I
wear on the rest of me? I don't want to look out of fashion, you know. My,
but I wish I'd brought my Paisley shawl. I've got a Paisley shawl that's a
very rare pattern. There's cocoanuts in the border and a twisted design of
monkeys and their tails done in the center.
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