“No, of course not. I don’t have any money to buy ’em.”
“Well, this is my condition. I’ll teach you to make the silver set for yourself if you will first make something for——”
“Elizabeth!” broke in Sadie. “I said so.”
“No, not for Elizabeth—for your mother.”
Sadie stood staring, her mouth open, her eyes full of amazement.
“What you want me to do that for?” she demanded.
“No matter why. Will you do it?”
Sadie wriggled her shoulders and scowled. “I want to make my set first—then I will.”
But Olga shook her head. “No,” she replied firmly, “for your mother first, or else I’ll not teach you at all.”
“But I’ll have to wait so long then for mine.” Sadie was half crying now.