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.