Fairy? Do you want it a little shorter, Connie, or is that about
right?"

"About right, I guess. Did you ever have a coat like this, Prudence?
I don't seem to remember it.'"

"Oh, no, it wasn't mine. Take some more candy, Connie. Isn't it
good?--Let's put a little more fullness in the sleeves, Fairy. It's
more stylish this year.--The collar fits very nicely. The velvet gives
it such a rich tone. And brown is so becoming to you."

"Thanks," said Connie patiently. "Was this something of yours, Fairy?"

"Oh, no, we've just had it in the house quite a while. It comes in
very handy right now, doesn't it? It'll make you such a serviceable,
stylish coat. Isn't it about time for the twins to get here, Prudence?
I'm afraid they are playing along the road. Those girls get more
careless every day of their lives."

"Well, if this didn't belong to one of you, whose was it?" demanded
Connie. "I know the twins never had anything like this. It looks kind
of familiar to me. Where did it come from?"

"Out of the trunk in the garret, Connie. Don't you want some more
fudge? I put a lot of nuts in, especially on your account."

"It's good," said Connie, taking another piece. She examined the cloth
very closely. "Say, Prudence, isn't this that old brown coat of
father's?"