Julie's Dress

One sunny Friday afternoon, Beatrice Miller was inside her house doing some cleaning in the living room.

"Cleaning isn't easy, but it has to be done in order to keep the house looking nice." she said. She had already dusted the coffee table as well as the television and she was in the process of dusting the couch when she heard her nine year old daughter Julie slam the front door.

"Is something wrong, dear?" asked Beatrice.

"My day was going just fine for a long while." said Julie. "Then afternoon recess came along and I saw a couple of girls in my class wearing lovely dresses. I asked them where they had gotten them and they said that their parents had purchased them. Then the girls asked me why I wasn't wearing one and I told them that I didn't have any dresses. Then they laughed at me and ran off."

"My goodness, that wasn't nice of them to laugh at you like that." said Beatrice.

"No, it certainly wasn't." said Julie. "But it wasn't just those two girls, Mom. Every girl in my class was wearing a dress except me. I'm probably the only girl at my school that doesn't have a dress."

"I'm sure that's not true." said Beatrice. "I bet there are plenty of other girls at your school that don't have any dresses."

"You may be right about that, but I'm definitely the only one in my class that doesn't have one." said Julie. "Do you think you could take me shopping to buy a dress?"

"I wish I could, but dresses are expensive and we just don't have the money to buy you a dress right now." said Beatrice. "However, I have another idea."

"What's that?" asked Julie.

"I can make you a dress." said Beatrice. "I have all sorts of materials in my closet, so I think I can come up with something really good for you." The next day was Saturday and Julie wanted to play in the park. Unfortunately, this particular Saturday was a rainy one so she had to stay inside. She spent the morning doing her homework that she had been assigned for the weekend, and then she spent the afternoon watching TV. Meanwhile, Beatrice was hard at work making the dress for Julie.

"She is going to absolutely love this." said Beatrice. Once Julie had gone to bed later that night, Beatrice sneaked into her daughter's room and hung the dress up in the closet.

"She'll definitely be surprised when she sees this." she said and then she went to sleep herself. The next morning, Julie awoke to find that her closet door was open.

"I know I closed that door before I went to bed last night." she said and she went to investigate. Now there was a reason Beatrice had left the closet door open. It was because she had hung the dress up at the very front, and when Julie saw it, she was very surprised.

"This must be for me." she said. She took her pajamas off and changed into her new dress. It was a bright yellow dress with short puffed sleeves, a pink Peter Pan collar around the neck and a satin striped diamante skirt. Not only that, Beatrice had wrapped a pink ribbon around the waist just above the skirt portion of the dress and tied it into a bow at the back. Julie looked in the mirror and smiled. This was the happiest she had been all weekend. She put on her white knee high socks and her black Mary Jane dress shoes and headed down to the kitchen.

"Well, someone looks very nice in their new dress." said Beatrice. "What do you think?"

"I love it!" exclaimed Julie. She gave her mother a big hug and sat at the table to eat. Beatrice had made her a bowl of her favorite cereal for her breakfast along with a glass of milk.

"I can't wait until the girls in my class see this." said Julie. Once she had finished her breakfast, the doorbell rang.

"I wonder who that could be." said Julie as she skipped over to the door. It was the two girls that had laughed at her the other day.

"Oh, it's you two." said Julie in a rather monotone voice. "What do you want?"

"We wanted to say that we're sorry we laughed at you the other day." said the first girl.

"We won't do that again." promised the second girl.

"I accept your apology." said Julie. "But you two should realize that it's not nice to laugh at someone just because they don't have a certain type of clothing item in their wardrobe."

"We know." said the first girl.

"Now that we're friends again, what do you think of my new dress?" asked Julie.

"It looks very nice on you." said the second girl.

"My mom made this." said Julie.

"You did a great job, Mrs. Miller." said the first girl.

"Why thank you, dear." said Beatrice.

"Mom, can I go play at the park with these two girls in my new dress?" asked Julie.

"Of course." said Beatrice. "Just make sure you're home in plenty of time for lunch."

"I will." said Julie. "Let's go girls." Beatrice watched the three of them happily skip off toward the park together, and then she closed the door.

"I'm glad that Julie's satisfied." said Beatrice and she went into the living room to watch TV.

The End