On this particular lovely summer's afternoon Kitty was the last to make her appearance.  She came skimming gracefully through the orchard under the cherry trees, with her hair down her back, her skirt awry, and a great stain on the front of her pinafore.  In the seventies girls as old as Kitty wore long white pinafores.  The stain was caused by some cherry juice, for Kitty had stopped many times as she approached the others to take great handfuls of the ripe fruit, and thrust them into her mouth.  Mabel called to her to sit down.