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Where
is
the
use
of
having
a
lot
of
dresses
when
she
isn
’
t
out
yet
?
There
’
s
no
need
of
sending
home
,
Daisy
,
even
if
you
had
a
dozen
,
for
I
’
ve
got
a
sweet
blue
silk
laid
away
,
which
I
’
ve
outgrown
,
and
you
shall
wear
it
to
please
me
,
won
’
t
you
,
dear
?
"
"
You
are
very
kind
,
but
I
don
’
t
mind
my
old
dress
if
you
don
’
t
,
it
does
well
enough
for
a
little
girl
like
me
,
"
said
Meg
.
"
Now
do
let
me
please
myself
by
dressing
you
up
in
style
.
I
admire
to
do
it
,
and
you
’
d
be
a
regular
little
beauty
with
a
touch
here
and
there
.
I
shan
’
t
let
anyone
see
you
till
you
are
done
,
and
then
we
’
ll
burst
upon
them
like
Cinderella
and
her
godmother
going
to
the
ball
,
"
said
Belle
in
her
persuasive
tone
.
Meg
couldn
’
t
refuse
the
offer
so
kindly
made
,
for
a
desire
to
see
if
she
would
be
‘
a
little
beauty
’
after
touching
up
caused
her
to
accept
and
forget
all
her
former
uncomfortable
feelings
toward
the
Moffats
.
On
the
Thursday
evening
,
Belle
shut
herself
up
with
her
maid
,
and
between
them
they
turned
Meg
into
a
fine
lady
.
They
crimped
and
curled
her
hair
,
they
polished
her
neck
and
arms
with
some
fragrant
powder
,
touched
her
lips
with
coralline
salve
to
make
them
redder
,
and
Hortense
would
have
added
‘
a
soupcon
of
rouge
’
,
if
Meg
had
not
rebelled
.
They
laced
her
into
a
sky
-
blue
dress
,
which
was
so
tight
she
could
hardly
breathe
and
so
low
in
the
neck
that
modest
Meg
blushed
at
herself
in
the
mirror
.
A
set
of
silver
filagree
was
added
,
bracelets
,
necklace
,
brooch
,
and
even
earrings
,
for
Hortense
tied
them
on
with
a
bit
of
pink
silk
which
did
not
show
.
A
cluster
of
tea
-
rose
buds
at
the
bosom
,
and
a
ruche
,
reconciled
Meg
to
the
display
of
her
pretty
,
white
shoulders
,
and
a
pair
of
high
-
heeled
silk
boots
satisfied
the
last
wish
of
her
heart
.
A
lace
handkerchief
,
a
plumy
fan
,
and
a
bouquet
in
a
shoulder
holder
finished
her
off
,
and
Miss
Belle
surveyed
her
with
the
satisfaction
of
a
little
girl
with
a
newly
dressed
doll
.
"
Mademoiselle
is
charmante
,
tres
jolie
,
is
she
not
?
"
cried
Hortense
,
clasping
her
hands
in
an
affected
rapture
.
"
Come
and
show
yourself
,
"
said
Miss
Belle
,
leading
the
way
to
the
room
where
the
others
were
waiting
.
As
Meg
went
rustling
after
,
with
her
long
skirts
trailing
,
her
earrings
tinkling
,
her
curls
waving
,
and
her
heart
beating
,
she
felt
as
if
her
fun
had
really
begun
at
last
,
for
the
mirror
had
plainly
told
her
that
she
was
‘
a
little
beauty
’
.
Her
friends
repeated
the
pleasing
phrase
enthusiastically
,
and
for
several
minutes
she
stood
,
like
a
jackdaw
in
the
fable
,
enjoying
her
borrowed
plumes
,
while
the
rest
chattered
like
a
party
of
magpies
.
"
While
I
dress
,
do
you
drill
her
,
Nan
,
in
the
management
of
her
skirt
and
those
French
heels
,
or
she
will
trip
herself
up
.
Take
your
silver
butterfly
,
and
catch
up
that
long
curl
on
the
left
side
of
her
head
,
Clara
,
and
don
’
t
any
of
you
disturb
the
charming
work
of
my
hands
,
"
said
Belle
,
as
she
hurried
away
,
looking
well
pleased
with
her
success
.
