"No, I'd better make new ones," was the answer.
"Then, may I have this for Henrietta?"
Miss Hester glanced down. "Yes, you may have it," she answered. Then she went back to the living-room.
"I think I'll rip out the pocket," thought Ruth. "I can do it without hurting the cloth, for I'll be careful not to cut anything but the striped stuff."
She ripped away industriously till the pocket came off readily and made a gaping place between the lining and the cloth of the coat. Ruth slipped her hand down into the hole.
"How deep it goes down," she thought.
Her fingers touched the corner and discovered that something had lodged there.
"I suppose it's tobacco," she said disgustedly, but her fingers drew forth a little wad of paper which time had creased and worn. "It isn't anything after all," said Ruth. "If it had been tobacco, I could have given it to old silly Jake when he comes to saw wood."
She threw the bit of paper on the floor, then remembering Miss Hester's orderliness, picked it up again and slipped it into the pocket she had ripped out.
"I'll throw it in the fire when I get through this," she said, "but I don't want to go into the kitchen 'spressly for that."