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“You look sweet,” exclaimed Carry admiringly. “There, I hear the Browns’ carriage. Patty, I want you to promise me this–that you’ll not let any thought of me, or my not going to the wedding, spoil your enjoyment this evening. I gave you the dress that you might have a good time, so don’t make my gift of no effect.”

“I’ll try,” promised Patty, flying downstairs, where her next-door neighbours were waiting for her.

At two o’clock that night Carry was awakened to see Patty bending over her, flushed and radiant. Carry sat sleepily up. “I hope you had a good time,” she said.

“I had–oh, I had–but I didn’t waken you out of your hard-earned slumbers at this wee sma’ hour to tell you that. Carry, I’ve thought of a way for you to go to the wedding. It just came to me at supper. Mrs. Forbes was sitting opposite to me, and her dress suggested it. You must make over Aunt Caroline’s silk dress.”

“Nonsense,” said Carry, a little crossly; even sweet-tempered people are sometimes cross when they are wakened up for–as it seemed–nothing.

“It’s good plain sense. Of course, you must make it over and–“

“Patty Lea, you’re crazy. I wouldn’t dream of wearing that hideous thing. Bright green silk, with huge yellow brocade flowers as big as cabbages all over it! I think I see myself in it.”

“Caddy, listen to me. You know there’s enough of that black lace of mother’s for the waist, and the big black lace shawl of Grandmother Lea’s will do for the skirt. Make it over–“

“A plain slip of the silk,” gasped Carry, her quick brain seizing on all the possibilities of the plan. “Why didn’t I think of it before? It will be just the thing, the greens and yellow will be toned down to a nice shimmer under the black lace. And I’ll make cuffs of black velvet with double puffs above–and just cut out a wee bit at the throat with a frill of lace and a band of black velvet ribbon around my neck. Patty Lea, it’s an inspiration.”

Carry was out of bed by daylight the next morning and, while Patty still slumbered, she mounted to the garret, and took Aunt Caroline’s silk dress from the chest where it had lain forgotten for three years. Carry held it up at arm’s length, and looked at it with amusement.

“It is certainly ugly, but with the lace over it it will look very different. There’s enough of it, anyway, and that skirt is stiff enough to stand alone. Poor Aunt Caroline, I’m afraid I wasn’t particularly grateful for her gift at the time, but I really am now.”

Aunt Caroline, who had given the dress to Carry three years before, was, an old lady of eighty, the aunt of Carry’s father. She had once possessed a snug farm but in an evil hour she had been persuaded to deed it to her nephew, Edward Curry, whom she had brought up. Poor Aunt Caroline had lived to regret this step, for everyone in Enderby knew that Edward Curry and his wife had repaid her with ingratitude and greed.

Carry, who was named for her, was her favourite grandniece and often went to see her, though such visits were coldly received by the Currys, who always took especial care never to leave Aunt Caroline alone with any of her relatives. On one occasion, when Carry was there, Aunt Caroline had brought out this silk dress.

“I’m going to give this to you, Carry,” she said timidly. “It’s a good silk, and not so very old. Mr. Greenley gave it to me for a birthday present fifteen years ago. Maybe you can make it over for yourself.”

Mrs. Edward, who was on duty at the time, sniffed disagreeably, but she said nothing. The dress was of no value in her eyes, for the pattern was so ugly and old-fashioned that none of her smart daughters would have worn it. Had it been otherwise, Aunt Caroline would probably not have been allowed to give it away.