Half of that hour they spent in buying knicker suits that fairly made them ache for the woods, if only for the joy of wearing them. Then, when they no longer had any excuse for lingering in the fascinating shop, they sauntered down Main Street toward the little restaurant of which Betty had spoken, looking in the store windows as they went.
As they were passing the Woman’s Exchange, Betty suddenly stopped and uttered a cry of delight.
“Girls,” she cried, going nearer to the show windows, as though drawn there irresistibly, “look at those embroideries. Did you ever see anything so perfectly stunning in your lives?”
CHAPTER VI
THE LITTLE OLD LADY
Lured by the lovely, hand-embroidered centerpieces and doilies in the window, the girls entered the Woman’s Exchange.
“I’m going to see those stunning things close to,” declared Betty.
“I wonder if they are really hand-made,” said Amy, and Mollie sniffed.
“If they’re not, then I never saw a hand-made article in my life,” she said, positively.
“But that drawn-work!” marveled Grace. “I don’t see how it could be done by hand.”