"Well, I did something I feared I ought not to
have done. And I didn't know what to do, but your
speaking so makes me wonder --"

"Wonder what?"

Then Grandmother Wheeler went to her little
storeroom and emerged bearing a box. She dis-
played the contents -- three charming little white
frocks fluffy with lace and embroidery.

"Did you make them?"

"Yes, I did. I couldn't help it. I thought if the
dear child never wore them, it would be some com-
fort to know they were in the house."

"That one needs a broad blue sash," said Grand-
mother Stark.

Grandmother Wheeler laughed. She took her impe-
cuniosity easily. "I had to use what I had," said she.

"I will get a blue sash for that one," said Grand-
mother Stark, "and a pink sash for that, and a flow-
ered one for that."

"Of course they will make all the difference,"
said Grandmother Wheeler. "Those beautiful sashes
will really make the dresses."