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Page 78
"We'll pin till the pins give out, and then we'll sew."
"Paper dresses" was a favorite pastime with the children. Usually
Stella was with them, and they depended a good deal on her taste
and skill. But to-day they had to manage without her, and so the
dresses, though fairly well made, were not the fashionable
garments Stella turned out.
A whole double sheet of newspaper was long enough for a skirt,
which, in a paper dress, was always down to the floor, like grown-
up gowns, and usually had a long train. Sometimes they pasted the
papers together, and sometimes pinned or sewed them, as the mood
served.
The waists were often quite elaborate with surplice folds, and
puffy sleeves, and wide, crushed belts.
So absorbed did they grow in their costumes that the time passed
rapidly. At last they stood, admiring each other, in their
finished paper gowns, with paper accessories of fans, hats, and
even parasols, which were considered great works of art.
"Let's play we're going riding in an automobile," said Molly.
"All right; what shall be the automobile--the bed?"
"No, that isn't high enough. I don't mean a private automobile, I
mean one of those big touring things where you sit 'way up high."
"Let's get up on top of the wardrobe."
"No, that's too high, and the bureau isn't high enough. Let's get
out on the roof and hang our feet over."
"No," said Marjorie, decidedly; "that would be getting into
mischief; and besides, I promised Grandma I wouldn't leave the
room. Come on, Molly, let's climb up on the wardrobe. There can't
be any harm in that, and 'twill be lots of fun."
"How can we get up?"
Marjorie looked at the wardrobe and meditated. "Easy enough," she
said after a moment: "we'll just put a chair on the table and
climb up as nice as pie!"
The girls worked energetically, yet careful not to tear their
paper costumes; and removing the things from a strong square
table, they pushed it up to the wardrobe. On this they set a
chair, and Marjorie volunteered to go up first, saying that, if it
didn't break down with her, it surely wouldn't with Molly.
So Molly held the table firmly, while Marjorie climbed up and,
though it required some scrambling, she finally reached the top of
the heavy wardrobe, without more than a dozen tears in her paper
dress.
"Bring up my parasol, Molly," she said, "I forgot it; and bring
some papers and the scissors, and we'll make some automobile
goggles."
Laden with these things, Molly briskly started to climb up. The
light, wiry child sprang easily on to the table, and then on to
the chair. Marjorie lent a helping hand, but just as Molly crawled
up to the top of the wardrobe, her flying foot kicked the chair
over, which in turn upset the table.
"Now, you HAVE done it!" said Marjorie. "How are we going to get
down?"
"It seems to me," said Molly, grimly, "that we're always getting
into places where we can't get down, or can't get up, or
something."
"Never mind; Jane or somebody will come along soon and set the
table up again for us."
It really was great fun to play they were on a high motor car
seeing New York. But after a while the game palled, and their
paper dresses became torn, and the girls wanted to get down and
play something else.
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