She isn't
any better than Jennie Vance, after all. Why did she pray that naughty
prayer, just to make Jennie feel bad? God must have thought it was
very strange!"
Grandma saw that Dotty's "blues" were dissolving like a morning mist;
still she knew the child was in need of patchwork, and told her so.
"Let us all take our work," said she, "and sit together in the
nursery, so we may forget the dull weather."
Grace brought her pique apron down stairs to make, Susy her tatting,
Prudy a handkerchief, Dotty a square of patchwork, while Flyaway
danced about for a needle and thread.
"What a happy group!" said Mrs. Clifford, looking up from her sewing.
She had forgotten Polly Whiting, who was mournfully toeing off a sock
for Horace, while he sat on the floor, at her feet, mending her
double-covered basket.
"Why, Katie, darling," said Grace, "what are you doing with that
beautiful ribbon?"
"Aunt Louise said I might make a bag, Gracie--"
"Seems to me aunt Louise lets you do everything; I shouldn't want you
to spoil that ribbon.
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