m suit, and only Viola's supremely butterfly
quality enabled her to do it), a charming vision of pale blue, with a
profusion of tiny brass buttons twinkling wherever a button could be
put.

"Here you are!" she cried, airily. "I haven't seen you for an age. I've
been telling everybody about you, the V. V's vis-a-vis. It sounds so
quaint, doesn't it? I adore quaintness. How do you like my new suit,
Fluffy? Isn't it too cute for anything? This is the first time I've worn
it; I think it is too perfectly sweet to live in, don't you?"

"I hope not!" said Bertha, laughing. "We should be sorry to have you
pass away, Vanity, because your dress is too sweet."

"No, but really!" continued Viola, earnestly. "Do I exaggerate, Fluffy?
_Isn't_ it the sweetest thing you ever saw? I ask because I want to
know, you know!"

Bertha's only reply was to pull her pink ear good-naturedly, and then
dive head-foremost into a locker.

"You find the Fluffy quaint?" said Viola to Peggy. "Yes? she is quaint,
but delicious! So is the Snowy! I simply could not exist without them;
they are the guiding stars of the corridor, don't you know? What are you
about, Fluffy? What are you doing with the Snowy's togs? She has not
come back, no!" clasping her hands in ecstasy. "_Don't_ tell me the
Snowy has come back, Fluff!"

"I certainly won't!" said Bertha, coolly. "She isn't coming back till
day after to-morrow. Peggy Montfort is going to wear her things till her
own are ready, that's all. Don't excite yourself too much, Vanity; it'll
take the colour out of your hair."

"No! _Do_ you think so?" replied Viola; "really? ah! here's V., ready at
last. What I have to endure, V., waiting while you prink, no tongue can
tell. Ta, dears, come up soon!" and she fluttered away, arm in arm with
her chum.

"Is she always like that?" asked Peggy, bewildered.

"Who? Vanity? Oh, yes! there's no possible harm in Vanity; she is really
the best hearted creature in the world. The other, though,--well, you
want to be a little on your guard with Vivia. Oh, we are the best
friends in the world, of course; only, her temper is a little uncertain
at times, and it's just as well to know about it. There! why, the
trousers fit you to perfection!" The trousers, as wide as the Flying
Dutchman's, certainly fell comfortably enough about Peggy's stout
knees.

"Now for the blouse! I'll put it over your head!"

A silent but breathless struggle followed, from which Peggy emerged
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