"This muc'lage'll make 'em stick," he panted, almost out of
breath.
Lina assumed charge of the head-dresses. She took Billy first,
rubbed the mucilage well into his sunny curls, and filled his head
full of his aunt's turkey feathers, leaving them to stick out
awkwardly in all directions and at all angles. Jimmy and Frances,
after robbing their mothers' dusters, were similarly decorated,
and last, Lina, herself, was tastefully arrayed by the combined
efforts of the other three.
At last all was in readiness.
Billy, regardless of consequences, had pinned his aunt's newest
grey blanket around him and was viewing, with satisfied
admiration, its long length trailing on the-grass behind him; Lina
had her mother's treasured Navajo blanket draped around her
graceful little figure; Frances, after pulling the covers off of
several beds and finding nothing to suit her fanciful taste, had
snatched a gorgeous silk afghan from the leather couch in the
library. It was an expensive affair of intricate pattern, delicate
stitches; and beautiful embroidery with a purple velvet border and
a yellow satin lining.
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