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After dinner, Lurgan Sahib's fancy turned more to what might be called dressing-up, in which game he took a most informing interest. He could paint faces to a marvel; with a brush-dab here and a line there changing them past recognition.

I'm getting too old for such things," observed Meg, who was as much a child as ever about 'dressing-up' frolics. "You won't stop, I know, as long as you can trail round in a white gown with your hair down, and wear gold-paper jewelry. You are the best actress we've got, and there'll be an end of everything if you quit the boards," said Jo. "We ought to rehearse tonight.

When it came home all ready to put on, Molly had a private dressing-up for the Miss Brownings' benefit; and she was almost startled when she looked into the glass, and saw the improvement in her appearance. 'I wonder if I'm pretty, thought she. 'I almost think I am in this kind of dress I mean, of course. Betty would say, "Fine feathers make fine birds."

To save themselves trouble they had almost suppressed our right of free movement. But the freedom of not being petted made up even for the harshness of this bondage, for our minds were left clear of the toils of constant coddling, pampering and dressing-up. Our food had nothing to do with delicacies. A list of our articles of clothing would only invite the modern boy's scorn.

"Early," said Keraunus, smiling. "My stomach says the contrary. The sun is already high, and I have not yet had my porridge." "Make the old woman cook it." "No, no, my child you must get up. Have you forgotten whom you are to represent? And my hair is to be curled, and the prefect's wife, and then your dress." "Very well go; I do not care the least bit about Roxana and all the dressing-up."

When all the arrows are lost, and you have begun to quarrel about the target, it will be well to hang up an old doll and throw balls at her nose. Dressing-up is, at any time, a delightful amusement, and there is a large choice among May-day characters. No wardrobe can fail to provide the perfectly optional costumes of Mad Moll and her husband.

"Early," said Keraunus, smiling. "My stomach says the contrary. The sun is already high, and I have not yet had my porridge." "Make the old woman cook it." "No, no, my child you must get up. Have you forgotten whom you are to represent? And my hair is to be curled, and the prefect's wife, and then your dress." "Very well go; I do not care the least bit about Roxana and all the dressing-up."