thith dreth ith a little too thombre for one of my age, don't you think?"
questioned Tommy wisely.

"I think they will forget all about the sombreness of the dress when they
see your happy face," answered Harriet. "Besides, it is the dress that
all the girls here are wearing. I call it a very pretty uniform. I hope
Margery had the buttons sewed securely on hers. If not she will burst them
all off the first time she stoops over."

"Yeth, Buthter ith too fat," agreed Tommy. "Thay, Harriet?"

"Yes?"

"I don't like Patrithia and Cora."

"You shouldn't say that. You hardly know them."

"I don't want to. Every time they look at me they laugh. I'll thay
thomething to them firtht thing they know."

"Please, please, Grace, never do anything of the sort. You might be sent
home for such a thing. You know what Mrs. Livingston said to-day about
girls being thoughtful for each other and always kind and helpful."

"Well Patrithia ithn't thoughtful or kind to me, ith thhe?"

"That is no reason why you should not be. Are you ready?"

"Yeth. Let'th go out and thtrut up and down."