“Not if I know it,” said Janie under her breath, for she had her own ideas for making the dress, and thick flannels to completely hide the transparency of the muslin were not included in her plan.  Janie laid the muslin and ribbon aside and commenced work upon the other gowns.

The “best” gown was a dark blue cloth with velvet trimmings, and the hat which she was to wear with it was of the same shade with dark blue feathers drooping over the brim.

Randy felt this to be almost too fine to wear and she touched the soft feathers with caressing fingers before placing the hat upon her pretty head.

“Oh, it looks just a little like Miss Dayton’s hats,” exclaimed Randy, as she looked in the mirror at this triumph of Janie’s millinery skill.

For the long ride in the cars and for general street and school wear, there was a cute little suit of gray wool, and a hat of gray felt with some smart gray wings.

Randy was delighted with the suit and her eyes sparkled when she experienced the joy of “trying it on.”

The party gown, the first which she had ever seen, was to her a dream of loveliness.  It was very simply made, as befitted this fair little country maid.  The skirt made quite plain, the waist cut out ever so little in the neck, just enough to show the round, white throat, the modest elbow sleeves and white satin ribbon trimmings filled Randy with speechless delight as she stared at the sweet reflection in the mirror.

When at last she spoke she said,

“Oh, Janie, how could you make me look so nice?”

“I guess some of the good looks are your own, Randy,” Janie answered, which caused Randy to blush most becomingly.

Monday was a busy day at the farm-house, and Mrs. Weston had said, “I can’t spare the time to go over to Janie’s this afternoon, but she wants ye ter try on one of yer gowns and ye can run over there after school.  She’ll know whether it looks right or not without any help from me.”

So leaving Prue to trudge home with Johnny Buffum as an escort, she had experienced great delight in seeing herself for the first time in a dainty party gown.

“Won’t mother be surprised when I try on the pretty party dress for her to see?” thought Randy as she hurried on toward home.

Like many another bit of gossip set afloat in a country town, the story of the letter from Boston together with descriptions of Randy’s costumes gained with every repetition, until one day on the way from the Centre, Randy was astonished to be thus addressed,

“Wal, how be ye Randy?  I hear ye’re havin’ a tremenjous lot er gaowns made ter take ter Boston with ye.”

The speaker was a woman whom Randy had seen but a few times, and she was therefore surprised when the team stopped at the side of the road and its occupant accosted her.

“It is true that mother is having Janie Clifton make some things for me,” said Randy.