"HOW I got it is me own affair,
jist like ye got any gifts ye was ever makin' me, is yours.
WHERE I got it? I went into the city on the strafe car and I
went to the biggest store in the city and I got in the elevator
and I says to the naygur: 'Let me off where real ladies buy
ready-to-wear dresses.'
"And up comes a little woman, and her hair was jist as soft and
curling round her ears, and brown and pretty was her eyes, and
the pink that God made was in her cheeks, and in a voice like
runnin' water she says: 'Could I do anything for you?' I told
her what I wanted. And she says: 'How old is the young lady,
and what's her size, and what's her color?' Darlin', ain't that
dress the answer to what I told her?"
"Yes," said Linda. "If an artist had been selecting a dress for
me he would probably have chosen that one. But, old dear, it's
not suitable for me. It's not the kind of dress that I intended
to wear for years and years yet. Do you think, if I put it on
tonight, I'll ever be able to go back to boots and breeches
again, and hunt the canyons for plants to cook for--you know
what?"
Katy stood in what is commonly designated as a "brown study."
Then she looked Linda over piercingly.
"Yes, ma'am," she said conclusively. "It's my judgment that ye
will. I think ye'll maybe wrap the braids of ye around your head
tonight, and I think ye'll put on that frock, and I think ye'll
show Pater Morrison how your pa's daughter can sit at the head of
his table and entertain her friends.
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