As Kitty burst into the room and performed a rapturous pas seul , waving the cards over her head , sister Priscilla looked up from her work with a smile of satisfaction on her quiet face . `` Who invites you , dear ? '' `` Why , Jack , of course , -- dear old cousin Jack . Nobody else ever thinks of me , or cares whether I have a bit of pleasure now and then . Is n't he kind ? May n't I go ? and , O Pris , what shall I wear ? '' Kitty paused suddenly , as if the last all-important question had a solemnizing effect upon both mind and body . `` Why , your white muslin , silk sacque , and new hat , of course , '' began Pris with an air of surprise . But Kitty broke in impetuously , -- `` I 'll never wear that old muslin again ; it 's full of darns , up to my knees , and all out of fashion . So is my sacque ; and as for my hat , though it does well enough here , it would be absurd for Class Day . '' `` You do n't expect an entirely new suit for this occasion , -- do you ? '' asked Pris , anxiously . `` Yes , I do , and I 'll tell you how I mean to get it . I 've planned everything ; for , though I hardly dreamed of going , I amused myself by thinking how I could manage if I did get invited . '' `` Let us hear . '' And Pris took up her work with an air of resignation . `` First , my dress , '' began Kitty , perching herself on the arm of the sofa , and entering into the subject with enthusiasm . `` I 've got the ten dollars grandpa sent me , and with eight of it I 'm going to buy Lizzie King 's organdie muslin . She got it in Paris ; but her aunt providentially -- no , unfortunately -- died ; so she ca n't wear it , and wants to get rid of it .
She is bigger than I am , you know ; so there is enough for a little mantle or XXXXX , for it is n't made up .
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