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"What does she want?" Dolly asked, putting her books down on the upper step of the porch

"I don't want to tell you till you see it," Mrs Drake said, s you ever laid eyes on, an' she says she is willin' to let it go for the bare cost of the ht for cash"

"A hat?" Dolly inquired, eagerly

"So you need worse than a hat," the ular beauty She made it for Mary Cobb, and you know Mary always orders the best, but, the poor girl's mother bein' dead, the dress come back on Miss Stella's hands She could force Mary to stick to her agreeirl has to put on black and is in so much trouble Even as it is, you wouldn't have had the chance at it, but you and Mary are exactly of a size, an' there'll be no alterations to htly up the steps and hurried into her ular, ed spinster sat with her stained and needle-pricked fingers linked in her lap

"How are you, Miss Stella?" she cried, kissing the thin cheek cordially "I've already heard about that dress Winnie Mayfield helped Mary pick out the cloth and tri in the valley Pink is my color Where is-- oh!" She had descried it as it lay on the bed, and with hands clasped in delight, she sprang toward it "Oh, it is a dream--a dreaar it on one of the tall bed-posts and stood back to adht "I knoill fit I wore one of Mary's dresses to a party one night, and it was exactly right in every way Oh, oh, what a beauty! You are a wonder You could get rich in a city" "I think Miss Stella is trying to advertise her work," Mrs Drake jested "She knows Mr Mostyn will see it, and he'd have to talk about it Town irls put on-- shot, than country men I wouldn't be surprised if some rich person wrote to you to come down to Atlanta, Miss Stella"