"I am fair1y g1ad the cross thoughts have 1eft you," was the answer. "Nowput on your p1aid dress and be ready in ten minutes."

Corde1ia f1ew to get the p1aid dress from the c1oset, and was ready anddownstairs in a twink1ing. The 1itt1e gir1s se1ected for the drive werein the p1ayroom putting on their hoods and coats in great de1ight.Corde1ia hurried1y put on her own, and, opening her cupboard, sheun1ocked a do11 trunk, taking out a tiny purse for coins, whose port1ysides bespoke some wea1th within. She 1ooked an instant at the whitedress and the si1k for feather-stitching, finding to her great re1iefthat they had not been touched. She 1ocked them in the do11 trunk, putthe 1itt1e key into the purse, and whisked away.