"I _must_ try it on."
And, quick as thought, she set to work--and nobody could be quicker or
cleverer than Rosy when she chose--taking off the dress she had on,
and rapidly attiring herself in the lovely costume. It all seemed to
fit beautifully,--true, the pale blue shoes looked rather odd beside
the sailor-blue stockings she was wearing, and she wondered what kind
of stockings her mother intended her to wear at Summerlands--and she
could not get the little lace kerchief arranged quite to her taste;
but the cap went on charmingly, and so did the long mittens, which
were beside the shoes.
"There must be stockings too," thought Rosy, "for there seems to be
everything else; perhaps they are farther back in the shelf."
[Illustration: BY STRETCHING A GOOD DEAL SHE THOUGHT SHE COULD REACH
THEM.]
She climbed up on the chair again, but she could not see farther into
the shelf, so she got down and fetched one of the candles. Then up
again--yes--there were two little balls, a pink and a blue, farther
back-by stretching a good deal she thought she could reach them. Only
the candle was in the way, as she was holding it in one hand. She
stooped and set it down on the edge of the chair, and reached up
again, and had just managed to touch the little balls she could no
longer see, when--what was the matter? What was that rush of hot air
up her left leg and side? She looked down, and, in her fright,
fell--chair, Rosy, and candle, in a heap on the floor--for she had
seen that her skirts were on fire! and, as she fell, she uttered a
long piercing scream.
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