“Very well,” said Nan. “I think, myself, it’s time you began, if you’re going to accomplish anything.”
Armed with her pile of work, and her basket of sewing materials, Patty went up to the fourth floor, where a small room was set apart as a sewing-room. It was rarely used, save by the maids, for Nan was not fond of sewing; but there was a good sewing-machine there, and ample light and space.
Full of enthusiasm, Patty seated herself at the sewing-machine, and picked up the cut-out work.
“I’ll be very systematic,” she thought. “I’ll do all the side seams first; then all the hems; then I’ll stitch up all the little sleeves at once.”
The plan worked well. The simple little garments had but two seams, and setting the machine stitch rather long, Patty whizzed the little white slips through, one after the other, singing in time to her treadle.
“Oh, it’s too easy!” she thought, as in a short time the twenty-four seams were neatly stitched.
“Now, for the hems.”
These were a little more troublesome, as they had to be folded and basted; but still, it was an easy task, and Patty worked away like a busy bee.
“Now for the babykins’ sleeves,” she said, but just then the luncheon gong sounded.
“Not really!” cried Patty, aloud, as she glanced at her watch.