"The youngsters would soon smash 'em up in my room," she said, with rough good-nature; "but ma'am will let me fix up the parlor, I know. And if you'd only tell me—" The girl wriggled around with painful hesitation.
"Well?" Kathie went on, encouragingly.
"About them 'ere frames that look like straw."
"They are straw."
"There, I was sure of it! Ain't they han'some! Do you know how to make 'em?"
"Yes."
"S'pose you wouldn't like to tell me?"—bashfully.
"Why, yes," answered Kathie, smiling. "First, you find some nice, long pieces of straw that are smooth and round, and, holding them together this way,—four or five or six, as wide as you want your frame,—sew them backwards and forwards with a fine needle and cotton. When you have made your four pieces cross them so, and fasten them through on the pictures at the corner. Then you tie a little bow over the sewing."
"Well, now, it isn't hard, after all! I mean to make some. What's the price of that?"