"Cot—ton!"
"Cotton flannel, yes, sir; and I've made it into some little blankets for tiny babies. I bound the raw edges, and on some of them I did a cross stitch pattern and on others I stenciled a pattern."
"It saves time, I should say."
"Lots. When you have ever so many articles gathered, just have a stenciling bee and you can turn out the decoration much faster than by doing even a wee bit of embroidery."
"If the Belgian baby really comes, let's make it a play-house. The boys can do the carpentry and we can all make the furniture and I'm wild to stencil some cunning curtains for the windows."
"I'll draw you a fascinating pattern for it."
"There's my candlestick half done," said Dorothy mournfully, "and I can't finish it. I don't understand about that clay."
"Perhaps it dried up and blew away."
"It did dry, but I moistened it and kneaded it and cut it in halves with a wire and put the inside edges outside and generally patticaked it but I'm sure it's not more than a quarter the size it was when I left it in the attic yesterday afternoon."
"You seem to have made a great mess on the floor over there by the window; didn't you slice off some and put it in that cup?"