"Mine come home a good deal bigger than they went," answered Fanny, looking pleased that little favors should be so faithfully remembered.
"The interest on that sort of investment rolls up beautifully, you know. Now rip that dress for Jenny to put in order, and I'll toss you up a bonnet in less than no time," said Polly, determined to have things go smoothly, for she knew Fan's feelings had been a good deal tried lately, in many ways.
"I must have something to match my dress, and blue inside," said Fanny, bringing out her ribbon boxes.
"Anything you like, my dear; when it comes to bonnets, I am usually inspired. I have it! there we are! and nothing could be nicer," cried Polly, making a dive among the silks Fan was turning over with a lost expression. "This bit of silver-gray is all I ask, here's enough for a killing bonnet, and those forget-me-nots are both pretty and appropriate."
"You wretch, be still!" cried Fanny, as Polly looked up at her with a wicked laugh in her eyes.
"It will be done in time, and the dress likewise, so look your prettiest, and accept my blessing," continued Polly, seeing that Fan liked her raillery.
"Time for what?" asked Paulina Pry.
"Your wedding, dear," sweetly answered Fan, for Polly's pleasant hints and predictions put her in a charming humor, and even made old clothes of little consequence.
Maud gave an incredulous sniff, and wondered why "big girls need to be so dreadful mysterious about their old secrets."
