Like as not 'twill take some of the stiffness out of
me. Besides, the work an' the millinery ain't the worst ahead of us.
There's Willie to get ready. To coax him out of that shop an' into his
Sunday suit is goin' to take some maneuverin'. I know, 'cause I have
it to do once in a while when there's a funeral or somethin'. It's
like pullin' teeth. There's times when I wish all his jumpers was
burned to ashes. An' as for his hair, he rumples it up on end 'till
there's no makin' it stay down smooth an' spread round like other
folks's."
"Oh, we mustn't try to dress Willie up too much," protested Delight.
"I like him best just as he is."
"Mebbe you do," the elder woman grumbled, "but the Galbraiths ain't
goin' to feel that way. Why, what do you s'pose they'd think if Willie
was to come prancin' over there for a dish of tea lookin' as he does at
home? They'd be scandalized! Besides, ain't you an' me goin' to be
dressed up? Ain't I got my new hat?"
"Not yet," was the mischievous retort.
"But I am goin' to have. No, sir! If I begin indulgin' Willie by
lettin' him go all wild to this party in his old clothes, the next time
there's a funeral there'll be no reinin' him in.
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