"I have no more dresses left," she said stubbornly.
"Can you understand it?" asked the cousin, looking at her friend.
"I really think that this is the fifth dress in which I have seen
Cornelli to-day," answered the friend. "In the early morning I saw her
running across the yard in a dark dress. At breakfast she wore a light
frock and for lunch a red one. I believe that she wore a blue dress
when we had our coffee this afternoon, so this must be the fifth
costume. I was beginning at lunch time to wonder about the frequent
changes."
"I have to change my dress every time I go to the stable," Cornelli
said, a little more stubbornly than before.
"How can anybody be so foolish!" exclaimed the cousin now. "I can
understand now why you have no fun and why you always wear an unhappy
face. You must be nearly perished with the heat! Finish your supper
quickly and then go to your room and take off this heavy dress. You
surely have another dress. I must forbid you to go to the stable from
now on! You can see for yourself what comes of it! If only you would
not frown like this, Cornelli.
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