Then I think ye'll hang it
in your closet and put on your boots and breeches and go back to
your old Multiflores and attind to your business, the same as
before."
"All right, Katy," said Linda, "if you have that much faith in me
I have that much faith in myself; but, old dear, I can't tell you
how I LOVE having a pretty dress for tonight. Katy dear, the
'Day of Jubilee' has come. Before you go to sleep I'm coming to
your room to tell you fine large secrets, that you won't believe
for a minute, but I haven't the time to do it now."
Then Linda raced to her room and began dressing. She let down
the mop of her hair waving below her waist and looked at it
despairingly.
"That dress never was made for braids down your back," she said,
glancing toward the bed where it lay shimmering in a mass of
lovely color. "I am of age today; for state occasions I should
be a woman. What shall I do with it?"
And then she recalled Katy's voice saying: "Braids round your
head."
"Of course," said Linda, "that would be the thing to do. I
certainly don't need anything to add to my height; I am far too
tall now."
So she parted her hair in the middle, brushed it back, divided it
in even halves, and instead of braiding it, she coiled it around
her head, first one side and then the other.
She slipped into the dress and struggled with its many and
intricate fastenings. Then she went to the guest room to stand
before the full-length mirror there.
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