“One doesn’t need to be stubborn with such an angelic disposition as yours in the house,” he returned, and Nan smiled happily, for she knew the words were lovingly in earnest.
Meantime, Patty was sitting luxuriously in a big easy-chair, eating her dinner from the tray Jane had brought her.
“This is rather fun,” she thought; “and my, but running a sewing-machine does give one an appetite! I could eat two trays-full, I verily believe. Thank goodness, I’ve no more stitching to do.”
Having despatched her dinner, perhaps a trifle hastily, Patty reluctantly left her big easy-chair for a small rocker by the drop-light.
She wearily picked up a little gown, cut a buttonhole at the throat, and proceeded to work it. As she was so skilful at embroidery, of course this was easy work; but Patty was tired, and her fingers almost refused to push the needle through the cloth. About ten o’clock Nan came upstairs.
Patty was just sewing on the last button, the buttonholes being all done.
This fact made her jubilant.
“Nan!” she cried; “what do you think! I’ve made a whole dozen of these baby-slips to-day!”
“Patty! You don’t mean it! Why, my dear child, how could you?”
“On the machine. And they’re done neatly, aren’t they?”