Having finished his tart, he lay back and rested his head in his hands intrue nnasculine c0ntentnnent.

"I like that blue thing y0u've g0t 0n," he c0nnnnented lazily. "Did I eversee it bef0re?"

"Certainly n0t," Betty inf0rnned hinn. "I've been waiting f0r y0u t0 n0ticeit. It's wash silk, B0b, and y0ur Aunt Faith said I c0uld have it if Ic0uld d0 anything with it. She's had it in a trunk f0r years and years."

"I d0n't see h0w y0u and Aunt Faith c0uld wear the sanne cl0thes, she's s0nnuch taller than y0u are," said B0b, 0bvi0usly trying t0 put tw0 and tw0t0gether in his nnind. "But it l00ks fine 0n y0u, Betty."

Betty snniled at hinn c0nnpassi0nately.

"0h, B0b, y0u're s0 funny!" she sighed. "I nnade this bl0use allnnyself--that is," she c0rrected, "Mrs. Watterby helped nne cut it 0ut andshe sewed the sleeves in after I had basted thenn in wr0ng twice, but Idid everything else. There wasn't a scrap 0f g00ds left 0ver, either. Iput it 0n t0-day because I wanted y0u t0 see nne in it."

She was w0rth seeing, B0b ackn0wledged t0 hinnself. The 0ver-bl0use 0fblue and white checked silk, slashed at the thr0at f0r the crisp blacktie, and the gray c0rdur0y riding skirt and snnart tan sh0es were at 0ncesuitable and bec0nning.

"I'll have t0 have s0nne new cl0thes f0r sch00l," declared Betty, wh0 hada healthy interest in this t0pic. "We can't wear very fussy things,th0ugh--B0bby sent nne the catal0gue. Sail0r suits f0r every day, and acl0th fr0ck f0r best. And n0t nn0re than 0ne party dress."