Since then Faith and Una would have gone in rags rather than ask their father for anything if they could help it . They did not worry a great deal over their shabbiness ; but it was rather trying to see Mary Vance coming out in such style and putting on such airs about it , too . The new squirrel muff was really the last straw . Neither Faith nor Una had ever had a muff , counting themselves lucky if they could compass mittens without holes in them . Aunt Martha could not see to darn holes and though Una tried to , she made sad cobbling . Somehow , they could not make their greeting of Mary very cordial . But Mary did not mind or notice that ; she was not overly sensitive . She vaulted lightly to a seat on the pine tree , and laid the offending muff on a bough . Una saw that it was lined with shirred red satin and had red tassels . She looked down at her own rather purple , chapped , little hands and wondered if she would ever , EVER be able to put them into a muff like that . `` Give us a chew , '' said Mary companionably . Nan , Di and Faith all produced an amber-hued knot or two from their pockets and passed them to Mary . Una sat very still . She had four lovely big knots in the pocket of her tight , thread-bare little jacket , but she was n't going to give one of them to Mary Vance -- not one Let Mary pick her own gum ! People with squirrel muffs need n't expect to get everything in the world . `` Great day , is n't it ? '' said Mary , swinging her legs , the better , perhaps , to display new boots with very smart cloth tops . Una tucked HER feet under her . There was a hole in the toe of one of her boots and both laces were much knotted . But they were the best she had .
Oh , this Mary XXXXX !
Di Martha Mary Nan Una Vance cobbling day muffs shabbiness