“You weren’t a good Scout, you know, to go all to pieces like that just for a mere disappointment. You should have bucked up and have turned your distressfulness into opportunity.”
“Just what I did,” replied Joanne triumphantly. “I learned to hem.”
“Good! so much the more must you come with me. The car will be here in a few minutes. Mother is going to stop for us on her way from down-town. So, you see, my child, you will not get those little tootsie-wootsies wet. Run along and tell your grandmother. I’m sure she won’t be left a leg to stand on in the way of an excuse.”
Joanne responded with a rapturous hug and flew off, returning very soon ready for the trip.
“Did you bring your sewing?” inquired Winnie.
“Why no. You didn’t say to bring it.”
“Didn’t I? I meant to. The Sunflowers are coming over and we are all going to do sewing tests. The more proficient ones will direct the inferiors, and so we’ll get along famously. I shall essay to make my first buttonhole.”
“Oh, dear, I’m afraid I am a long way off from that, but I mean to get there. I’ll go for my sewing bag. I never had any use for it before.”
Off she went again, returning with the bag which she held up in triumph. “Now, ’fess up, Win. Weren’t you really awfully disappointed when you saw the rain this morning, and weren’t the other girls?”
“Naturellement, ma chère, but I can safely say that I believe you were the only tear manufacturer in the lot.”