He
considered.
"That's certainly awfully kind of you, Mrs. Gray," said he. "But--have
you--"
She put her hand into a capacious pocket and produced therefrom a tiny
"housewife," stocked with thimble, needles, and all necessary
implements.
"I never go without it," said she. "There's always somebody to be mended
up when you least expect it. My niece Roberta tripped on one of her
flounces last night, dancing--and not being used to dancing in such
full, old-fashioned skirts. Rosy was starting to pin it up, but I
whipped out my kit--and how they laughed, to see a pocket in a best
dress!" She laughed herself, at the recollection. "But I had Robby sewed
up in less time than it takes to tell it--much better than pinning!"
"How beautifully she danced those old-fashioned dances," Richard
observed eagerly. "It was a great pleasure to see her."
"Yes, it's generally a pleasure to see Robby do things," Roberta's aunt
agreed. "She goes into them with so much vim. When she comes out to
visit us on the farm it's the same way. She must have a hand in the
churning, or the sweeping, or something that'll keep her busy.
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