, and produced from the very
bottom of her pile of beautiful things a Green Frock of the identical
shade so beloved by Arethusa.

Arethusa drew in her breath with a sharp, little sound. "Oh, that is
the One I want! Oh, Mother, may I have...."

But she had had too long a training by Miss Eliza for it to desert her
with too great a suddenness. The dress looked neither sensible nor
durable when Miss Rosa held it spread out to plainer view; in fact, it
had every possible appearance of being neither. And it was so wonderful
a mass of chiffon and silk and lace that Arethusa began to remember
sundry lessons in economy also; she feared its cost would prove
terrific. She had never seen anything nearly so Wonderful in the shape
of a Gown before. Then too, those caustic remarks of so positive a
nature concerning green with her red hair, which Miss Eliza had spoken
so often in her hearing, began to worm themselves into her
consciousness.

The happy expression, roused by the first sight of this creation, faded
quite noticeably.

"What's the matter?" inquired Elinor. "I think that's the dress of all
dresses for you, dear. If you like it. Don't you, Miss Rosa?"

Miss Rosa nodded. "Yes, indeed, Miss Worthington has the very hair and
eyes for this, and the skin as well."

Then did Arethusa's spirits soar to touch heaven once more. She turned
such an illumined face to Elinor as Elinor had never seen; she was all
aquiver in her sudden joy.

"Aunt 'Senath was right! Darling Aunt 'Senath was right! She said not
everybody would be like Aunt 'Liza; that some people would be sure to
think green was all right with my hair! Aunt 'Liza never has let me
have anything but blue, and I've wanted a green dress for a thousand
years. But this one looks so...." she paused uncertainly, and reddened.
She did not like to mention its cost, since Elinor was making her a
gift, but Miss Eliza was a good teacher.

"Expensive?" finished Elinor, laughing. "I don't imagine it is. But
I'll do the worrying about that. If you want it, you may have it. It
rests with you to say."

Arethusa blushed more deeply, but it was a radiant blush, even if
embarrassed, for Elinor's words, if intended as words of correction,
were not spoken in the tone Arethusa associated with corrections. She
fingered at the Green Dress, almost caressingly. To own this Gorgeous
Thing for her very own!

"Suppose we try it on," suggested Miss Rosa, amused at Arethusa's naive
joy.

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