Charlotte picked up her perfume bottle and sprayed a fine mist across her shoulders.
Viola glanced admiringly at her beautiful amethyst dress.
“I just love your gown, Charlotte. I must look like a church mouse in this dreadful old rag of Cousin Edith’s. Oh, I am so tired of being poor.”
Charlotte pulled a face.
She was a most straightforward girl and could not prevaricate and pretend.
Viola’s creamy lace gown was certainly awful and did smell of mothballs!
“I say, Viola, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you wear something of mine? Just for this evening. It would be a great jest. Look – ”
She jumped up and threw open a large wardrobe to display a row of wonderful gowns of all colours.
Viola shook her head.
“No, don’t be so silly, Charlotte. What would your parents say?”
Charlotte
