“Then wouldn’t it be wiser to begin with something simpler?”
“But there won’t be time for two things—and I know Benita would like the shawl. I’ll get the wools to-morrow.”
“There is some worsted and a needle in the lower drawer of my work table. If you like, you shall have your first lesson now, dear.”
Coming down stairs again, Blue Bonnet met Delia in the hall. “A letter for you, miss; one of the parsonage children just brought it up; it’d been sent there.”
Blue Bonnet read the address, wonderingly—
“‘Blue Bonnet,’
“Care of the Rev. Sam. Blake,
“Woodford, Mass.”
“Grandmother!” she exclaimed, “it must be from my ‘missionary-box’ girl!”
She opened the letter, with its Texas post-mark. “Shall I read it aloud, Grandmother?”