away torn and soiled, my child. The two black silks will be good stand-bys for years. If I were you, I'd have a couple of neat, pretty prints for home-wear, and then I don't see why you aren't fixed well enough for our short season."
"Can't I do anything with this barege? It's one of my favorite dresses, and I hate to give it up."
"You wore that thoroughly out, and it's only fit for the rag-bag. Yes, it was very pretty and becoming, I remember, but its day is over."
Fanny let the dress lie in her lap a minute, as she absently picked at the fringe, smiling to herself over the happy time when she wore it last, and Sydney said she only needed cowslips in her lap to look like spring. Presently she folded it up, and put it away with a sigh; but it never went into the rag-bag, and my sentimental readers can understand what saved it.
"The ball dresses had better be put nicely away till next year," began Polly, coming to a rainbow-colored heap.
"My day is over, I shall never use them again; do what you like with them," said Fan, calmly.
"Did you ever sell your cast-off finery, as many ladies do?" asked Polly.
"Never; I don't like the fashion. I give it away, or let Maud have it for tableaux."
"I wonder if you would mind my telling you something Belle proposed?"
"If it's an offer to buy my clothes, I should mind," answered Fanny, sharply.
"Then I won't," and Polly retired behind a cloud
