"Maybe a new sash," answered mother reflectively. "They've got some
pretty brocaded pink ribbon at Bonner's."
After which Missy finished her breakfast in a rapture. It is queer
how you can eat, and like what you eat very much, and yet scarcely
taste it at all.
When the two hours of practicing were over, mother sent her down
town to buy the ribbon for the sash--a pleasant errand. She changed
the black tie on her middy blouse to a scarlet one and let the ends
fly out of her grey waterproof cape. Why is it that red is such a
divine colour on a rainy day?
Upon her return there was still an hour before dinner, and she sat
by the dining-room window with Aunt Nettie, to darn stockings.
"Well, Missy," said Aunt Nettie presently, "a penny for your
thoughts."
Missy looked up vaguely, at a loss. "I wasn't thinking of anything
exactly," she said.
"What were you smiling about?"
"Was I smiling?"
Just then mother entered and Aunt Nettie said: "Missy smiles, and
doesn't know it. Party!"
But Missy knew it wasn't the party entirely. Nor was it entirely the
sound of the rain swishing, nor the look of the trees quietly
weeping, nor of the vivid red patches of geranium beds.
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