in the depths of despair," said Fanny, when the "maid-of-all-work," as Polly called herself, found a leisure hour.
"What is it? moths in the furs, a smoky chimney, or small-pox next door?" asked Polly, as they entered Fan's room, where Maud was trying on old bonnets before the looking-glass.
"Actually I have nothing to wear," began Fan, impressively; "I've been too busy to think or care till now, but here it is nearly May, and I have hardly a decent rag to my back. Usually, you know, I just go to Mrs. O'Grady and tell her what I want; she makes my spring wardrobe, papa pays the bill, and there I am. Now I've looked into the matter, and I declare to you, Polly, I'm frightened to see how much it costs to dress me."
"Not so much as some girls I know," said Polly, encouragingly.
"Perhaps not, for I have a conscience, and taste is economy sometimes; but really, Polly, I haven't the heart to ask papa for a cent just now, and yet I must have clothes. You are such a genius for planning and working wonders, that I throw myself upon you, and ask, 'How shall I make a spring wardrobe out of nothing?'"
"Let me see the 'nothing' before I advise. Bring out every rag you've got, and we'll see what can be done," said Polly, looking as if she enjoyed the prospect, for she had a great deal of that feminine faculty which we call "knack," and much practice had increased it.
Fanny brought out her "rags," and was astonished
