6 ( THE DOLL AND HER FRIENDS.

had been long in the house, she said one evening
that she had an hour to spare, and that she would
make me some clothes.

“Well and good,” answered her mother ; “ only
be sure to put your best work in them. If you
mind your work, the doll will be of great use to
you, and you can play without wasting your time.”

This was good hearing for Susan and me, and
she spent most of her leisure in working for me.
While she was thus employed, I came down from
my shelf, and was treated with as much considera-
tion as when Rose and her companions waited at
my table.

A great change took place in my wardrobe.
Rose had always dressed me in gay silks and satins,
without much regard to under clothing; for, she
said, as my gowns must be sewn on, what did any
petticoats signify? So she sewed me up, and I
looked very smart; and if there happened to be any
unseemly cobbling, she hid it with beads or span-
gles. Once I remember a very long stitch baffled
all her contrivances, and she said I must pretend it
was a new-fashioned sort of embroidery.

But Susan scorned all make-shifts. Nothing
could have been more unfounded than my fears of
becoming ragged or dirty. My attire was plain and
suited to my station, but most scrupulously finished.