The Green Satin Gown by Laura Elizabeth Howe Richards
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the truth, I didn't sleep very well last night; my head ached; and I
amused myself by planning a few costumes, just in case you should fancy the idea." "Quack! quack!" said Massachusetts. "I didn't mean to interrupt, but you _are_ a duck, and I must just show that I can speak your language. Go on!" "Tennessee, I thought you might be an Indian. You must have something that will show your hair. With my striped shawl for a blanket, and the cock's feather out of Jersey's hat--what do you think?" "Perfect!" said Tennessee. "And I can try effects with my new paint-box, one cheek stripes, the other spots. Hurrah! next!" "Old New York, you must be a flower of some kind. Or--why not a basket of flowers? You could have a basket-work bodice, don't you see? and flowers coming out of it all round your neck--your neck is so pretty, you ought to show it--" "Or carrots and turnips!" said the irrepressible Massachusetts. "Call her a Harvest Hamper, and braid her lovely locks with strings of onions!" "Thank you," laughed Old New York, a slender girl whose flower-like beauty made her a pleasure to look at. "I think I'll keep to the posy, Massachusetts. Go on, Maine! what shall Massachusetts be, and what will you be yourself?" "Massachusetts ought by rights to be an apple, a nice fat rosy apple; |
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