Oh thank you, Mother, said the two. They had never been to a dress sale before. I think we will stick with Tibby and Prattle for a while, although there were other children we haven't mentioned.
Tibby and Prattle arose early the next day and put on their best dresses. When they were all washed and dressed and prayed and had read their scriptures and helped their younger siblings get ready, the two of them went and stood by the door with their ponchos on, waiting eagerly for Mother. Eventually she came, and was very pleased to see them there, standing at attention.
Now we'll go, she said, and off they went. Off to a store in town with a line of impatient-looking women. I say impatient because Tibby and Prattle read their thoughts.
For instance, one of the sale-attenders was thinking, I want to get in there and tear as many clothes off the racks as possible so I can wear them to parties for practically nothing.
Inside, once the doors were open was a scene of mayhem. Women were grabbing at the fancy clothes in the store. The girls just stood and watched in disbelief. What was more amazing was that these women all had lots of clothes at home, racks of clothes at home, because they were all wealthy women. Tibby and Prattle thought it was funny.
To Be Continued
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