Love to Penelope and yourself . Your affectionate aunt , Adella Hunter . `` I do n't see its beauty , '' said Penelope with a grimace . `` It may have been pretty once , but it is all faded now . It is a monument of patience , though . The pattern is what they call ` Little Thousands , ' is n't it ? Tell me , Dorrie , does it argue a lack of proper respect for my ancestors that I ca n't feel very enthusiastic over this heirloom -- especially when Grandmother Hunter died years before I was born ? '' `` It was very kind of Aunt Adella to send it , '' said Doris dutifully . `` Oh , very , '' agreed Penelope drolly . `` Only do n't ever ask me to sleep under it . It would give me the nightmare . O-o-h ! '' This last was a little squeal of admiration as Doris turned the quilt over and brought to view the shimmering lining . `` Why , the wrong side is ever so much prettier than the right ! '' exclaimed Penelope . `` What lovely , old-timey stuff ! And not a bit faded . '' The lining was certainly very pretty . It was a soft , creamy yellow silk , with a design of brocaded pink rosebuds all over it . `` That was a dress Grandmother Hunter had when she was a girl , '' said Doris absently .
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