It's well made, too; you can look, if you know enough to
judge."
"We!" echoed Polly. "Katharine has done 'most all of the work."
Alan eyed it critically.
"I say, that's something worth having," he remarked. "I wish I was
Miss O'Finnigan; I know that color would be becoming to me, and
it's so soft and warm." And before the girls could guess his
intention, he had slipped on the long, loose garment, and was
parading up and down the room in it, with all the airs of a young
peacock.
"Tell me some more," he implored them; "tell me what you were
doing when I came in."
"Never!" said Jessie sternly. "You know more now than you deserve.
You'll have to wait for the rest."
"A whole week?" groaned Alan. "I never can stand it. Never you
mind, though; I know one thing you don't, and I was going to tell
you, and now I shan't. It's something awfully nice, too, and it's
about Christmas."
"Tell me, Alan," said Katharine. "You know I showed you this, so
it's only fair you should let me be the one to hear your secret."
"All right, Kit; I'll tell you for the sake of making the rest
jealous." And Alan glared defiantly at the other girls, as he bent
over and whispered a few words in Katharine's ear.
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