Now, do say 'yes,' papa."
"Well, you little torment, yes, then! Now, leave my hair alone, or you'll
have my head as bald as the back of my hand," holding her away at
arm's-length.
Dexie bent over and gave him a final kiss; then, turning to Gussie, said:
"Did you see how nicely I have done up your frills and laces, Gussie? That
pretty cream lace will look lovely with your new dress, if you frill it
around the neck."
"New dress, indeed! Old made over thing, you'd better call it!" was the
scornful answer.
"Well, it is too bad that it was not made up to suit you at first. Now that
it has been altered, it looks quite stylish, and becomes you splendidly,
and this is just the day to wear your new hat."
This bit of flattery had the desired effect. Gussie decided that it really
was too fine to stay indoors, so she rose from the table to begin her
preparations for church.
"Seems to me you have taken to psalm-singing very suddenly," said Gussie,
as Dexie accompanied her preparations with some song of David that was
unfamiliar to Gussie's ears.
"Oh, no! they sing psalms every Sunday at the Episcopal Church," and Dexie
hummed away with a light heart.
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