"This silk reminds me of Kitty's performance last summer. A little checked silk was sent in our spring bundle from Mrs. Davenport, and mother said Kit might have it, if she could make it do. So I washed it nicely, and we fussed and planned, but it came short by half of one sleeve. I gave it up, but Kit went to work and matched every scrap that was left so neatly, that she got out the half sleeve, put it on the under side, and no one was the wiser. How many pieces do you think she put in, Maud?"
"Fifty," was the wise reply.
"No, only ten; but that was pretty well for a fourteen-year-old dressmaker. You ought to have seen the little witch laugh in her sleeve when any one admired the dress, for she wore it all summer, and looked as pretty as a pink in it. Such things are great fun, when you get used to them; besides, contriving sharpens your wits, and makes you feel as if you had more bands than most people."
"I think we'll get a farm near your house; I should like to know Kitty," said Maud, feeling a curious interest in a girl who made such peculiar patchwork.
"The dress-parade is over, and I'm ever so much obliged to you, Polly, for helping me through, and showing me how to make the best of things. I hope in time to have as many hands as you," said Fan, gratefully, when the simple bonnet was done, and everything planned out ready to be finished.
"I hope you will soon have two good, strong ones beside your own, my dear," answered Polly, as she vanished, with a parting twinkle that kept Fan's face bright all day.
