particular lace pattern I wanted for the
ruffles. This was before I submitted the
proposition to Mother, however. When
I told her about it she said she could
see no use in getting a new dress and
going to all the trouble of making it
when my white one with the green
harps was perfectly good.

This was such an unusual dress and
had gone through so many vicissitudes,
that I really was devotedly attached to
it. It had, in the beginning, belonged
to my Aunt Bess, and in the days of
its first glory had been a sheer Irish
linen lawn, with tiny green harps on it
at agreeable intervals. But in the
course of time, it had to be sent to the
wash-tub, and then, behold, all the lit-
tle lovely harps followed the example
of the harp that "once through Tara's
hall the soul of music shed," and dis-
appeared! Only vague, dirty, yellow
reminders of their beauty remained,
not to decorate, but to disfigure the
fine fabric.

Aunt Bess, naturally enough, felt ir-
ritated, and she gave the goods to
mother, saying that she might be able