"The clouds were only blown up by the wind," said his father. "I do
not think we shall have rain to-day."
"Mother, may I put on a white dress and go to buy my May wreath?" asked
Abby.
"The air is too cold for you to change your warm gown for a summer one,
dear," returned Mrs. Clayton. "You may get the wreath, though; but be
sure that you wear it over your hat."
Abby seemed to think it was now her turn to grumble.
"Oh, dear!" she murmured. "All the girls wear white dresses, and go
without hats on May Day. I don't see why I can't!"
Her complaint made no impression, however; so she flounced out of the
room.
"My mother is the most exaggerating person!" exclaimed the little girl,
as she prepared for her shopping excursion. She meant aggravating;
but, like most people who attempt to use large words the meaning of
which they do not understand, she made droll mistakes sometimes.
Abby had fifteen cents, which her grandma had given her the day before.
"I'll hurry down to the Little Women's before the best wreaths are
gone," she said to herself.
The place was a fancy store, kept by two prim but pleasant spinster
sisters.
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