gay plaid skirt, a big black hat trimmed with a great pink rose, a yellow
waist and a red scarf. Then she pulled on the pair of gloves, picked up the
shopping bag and started for the stairs.

And who do you suppose she met coming up? Aunt Effie! The real Aunt Effie!

"Well, good morning!" said the real Aunt Effie smilingly, "who have we
here?"

Mary Jane looked long and carefully. She hated to take other people into
her games and then find out that they laughed at her. And she had learned
by experience that some grown folks never learn the game of "dress-up."
But Aunt Effie, the this-morning Aunt Effie, whose eyes looked rested and
smiling, seemed very much as though she might understand dress-up, very
much. Mary Jane decided to try her.

"I'm Aunt Effie come to visit," she said solemnly.

"Now, isn't that nice," answered Aunt Effie and she didn't seem one bit
surprised or amused or anything that grown folks sometimes are, "and who am
I?"

"Oh, will you play too?" cried Mary Jane clapping her hands happily.

"To be sure I will," laughed the real Aunt Effie, "that's what I came
upstairs for."

"Then you come over here by the box and I'll dress you up in some little
girl things and you can be Mary Jane," said the happy little girl. "Do you
like pink or blue sashes?"