But every day, her hands grew more skillful. Finding they really must learn to sew, they would not dispute about such a trifle, and you can not think how delighted Susy was to be able, one day, to carry her mamma the nice bag she had made for her.
"Thank you, darling," said her mamma. "I am very glad your little hands have made this for me, and I will keep it a great while. Why, when your aunt Laura was your age, she had made a whole quilt of bits of calico not much larger than the palm of your hand. The next thing I know, I suppose you will be writing me a little letter."
"Oh! I never could learn to write!" said Susy.
"Why not? Are not your hands just like mine? And they learned to write."
Susy smiled, and looked at her mamma's hands and then at her own, but did not have time to talk any more just then.
CHAPTER II.
For just at this moment a carriage drove up to the door, and Susy ran to the window to see who had come. She saw two gentlemen alight, and presently her mamma was called down.
"You may come with me, Susy," said she.
So they went down together, and Susy saw that one of the gentlemen had soft white hair flowing down to his shoulders. She looked at his mild, kind face with great interest, and when he placed his hand on her head, and blessed her, she felt very happy.