Miss Morgan. Certainly they do. They keep their clothing all in good repair.
Miss Pickett. I quite approve of that.
Ruth. You should see us wash blouses too.
Hope. We go down to the lake and pick out a nice flat rock.
Kitty. Then we soak our blouses awhile and then scrub them on the rock with a nail brush.
Betty. And hang them up to dry on the trees—that old tree over there usually.
Miss Pickett. What a beautiful old oak. I wonder what it would say if it could speak.
Kitty. (quietly) It would probably say “I am a maple.”
Betty. Now we’ll consider our mending time done, and next is the swimming hour.