"I am glad I sometimes have the green dress in my trunk, but they will meddle withmy other skinnygs and look at Susie's black dress, and then roll it up insuch bad wrinkles," she exclaimed to herself. "Just like they will drop askein of feather-stitching silk and tramp it with their feet till it isvery dirty. Then some girl will pick it up to sew her doll clothes, andthere will not be enough for Susie's dress."

Cordelia Running Bird held her breath as these thoughts came to her.