A Day in the Country, and other Stories by Pansy

Because they lived in a large city, do not go and make a picture in your mind of four little ladies with new fall suits of silk or velvet, or soft cashmere, and new hats with nodding plumes or flying ribbons, and trim boots, very high, and trim gloves very long, and many buttons everywhere, because that will not be at all a true picture.

Their dresses were all faded and worn. Maggie wore an old black shawl of her mother's, that trailed a little on the ground. Delia considered herself royally arrayed in a rusty old black velvet sack much too large for her, while Lottie had no protection front the cool autumn air but a soiled and faded blue silk handkerchief spread over her shoulders, her hat, in spite of being loaded down with purple ribbon and red roses, went sailing off her head with every gust of wind that came along, because it had no rubber on it. Then poor Sallie had on low shoes much too large for her. They would keep getting down at the heel and coming off as she clattered along, and she had often to stoop over and adjust them. With these hindrances of hat and shoes of course they could not, you see, go on in a very orderly manner.