"The Vacation girls who are to be squaws are going down there this afternoon, too," Helen said.
"I'll walk with you if you'll wait till I find my sewing bag."
"How are the sewing lessons coming on?" asked Mrs. Emerson.
"The best ever, Grandmother. I can make a pretty good buttonhole already and by next week I'll be able to fill Mother's order for middies for the Ethels."
"Perhaps your career will prove to be the humble one of sewing," guessed grandmother slyly.
"I don't know that it is so very humble," defended Helen stoutly. "It's one of the most useful occupations there is if you just look at the domestic side of it, and it can be developed into a fine art if you want to go into embroidery. And my teacher says that dressmaking is a fine art, too, when you are designing dresses and not merely turning them out as coverings for the human frame."
Grandmother laughed.
"The factories will turn out the coverings for us, but I can see that your teacher means the adapting of a dress to the style of the wearer."
"She says that a dress ought to be suitable for the purpose for which it is intended—"
"That is, that there should be a sharp distinction between a school dress and a dancing school dress or, for a woman, between an afternoon dress and a dinner dress."