"That isn't right," said nurse. "When you learn to sew you ought to learn the best way."
"This is the best way," said Susy.
"Very well. If you know so much, there's no use in my teaching you," said nurse, feeling rather vexed.
"Oh! dear, here's an old, ugly old knot!" said Susy. She pulled the thread angrily and it broke.
"Fix it for me, will you nurse?"
Nurse joined the thread in silence. Susy took one more stitch and her needle unthreaded.
"I can't string my needle," said she.
"You must learn," said nurse. "See, this way. And you needn't talk about stringing it, as if it were a bead. Ah! well. I may as well thread it this time. But my! what stitches! Why, dolly will fall through between them."
"I guess I won't learn to sew," said Susy. "It's hard. Here's the needle. I'll put it back in your cush pinion for you."
"My pin cushion, you mean. But I should be ashamed if I were you, not to know how to sew. There was little Mary Jones where I used to live; she sewed like a woman. Such stitches! But then there are few children like Mary Jones."