After that, Deborah came up often, and lay there on the bed, while Miss Rose sewed by the window.
“What are you sewing?” asked Clematis one day, when she was well enough to sit up.
“What do you suppose?”
“It looks like a dress.”
“That’s just what it is. It’s a new dress for a little girl to wear to the country.”
“Oh, who is going to have it? Let me see it. Please hold it up.”
Miss Rose held the dress before her. It was nearly done.
The skirt was of serge, navy blue, with two pockets. With it went a middy blouse, with white lacings at the neck, and white stars on the sleeves.
“Oh, please tell me. Who is going to have it?” The child’s eyes danced as she saw the pretty dress.
“I’ll give you just one guess,” said Miss Rose, smiling.