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           ThelilacandtheGloiredeDijonrosesoutsidethewindowswayedinthesoftbreeze.

           "It’sanicedryingday—that’sonething,"saidBobbie,feelingverygrownup."Oh,IdowonderwhatwonderfulfeelingsweshallhavewhenweWEARtheIndianmuslindresses!"

           "Yes,sodoI,"saidPhyllis,shakingandsqueezingthemuslininquiteaprofessionalmanner.

           "NOWwesqueezeoutthesoapywater.NO—wemustn’ttwistthem—andthenrinsethem.I’llholdthemwhileyouandPeteremptythebathandgetcleanwater."

           "Apresentation!Thatmeanspresents,"saidPeter,ashissisters,havingdulywashedthepegsandwipedtheline,hungupthedressestodry."Whateverwillitbe?"

           "Itmightbeanything,"saidPhyllis;"whatI’vealwayswantedisaBabyelephant—butIsupposetheywouldn’tknowthat."

           "Supposeitwasgoldmodelsofsteam-engines?"saidBobbie.

           "Orabigmodelofthesceneofthepreventedaccident,"suggestedPeter,"withalittlemodeltrain,anddollsdressedlikeusandtheengine-driverandfiremanandpassengers."

           "DoyouLIKE,"saidBobbie,doubtfully,dryingherhandsontheroughtowelthathungonarolleratthebackofthescullerydoor,"doyouLIKEusbeingrewardedforsavingatrain?"

           "Yes,Ido,"saidPeter,downrightly;"anddon’tyoutrytocomeitoverusthatyoudon’tlikeit,too.BecauseIknowyoudo.