“What about you, Helen?” asked Louise.
“Why, clay-modelling and brass-work, or things like that,” was the prompt answer. “I want to take up art-craft when I get older, and I might as well begin.”
“Can you clay-model in camp?” asked Louise.
“Just as well as you can make a shirtwaist,” replied Helen, unruffled.
“I like the hand-crafts, too,” said Edith Hillis. “I think I shall specialize on fancy-work.”
“Always a perfect lady!” teased Louise, who was something of a tomboy, and frankly thought it was silly of Edith to refuse to get her hair wet in the swimming-pool, and wear veils for her complexion.
The other three girls, Marie Hunter and Dorothy Gray and Adelaide Hughes, did not say what honors they were going to work for. Everybody was pretty sure that Marie was going to write a play, and Dorothy did beautiful needle-work. But as for Adelaide, silent in her place, nobody could guess.
“You mustn’t any of you forget that there’s sewing to do, right now,” warned Mrs. Bryan. “And I want all of you to look at my dress, because each of you will have to make one like it.”
She stood up again, and they all examined the straight khaki dress with its leather fringes.
“That won’t be especially hard to make,” concluded Marie, who did most of her own sewing. “There’s a pattern, isn’t there, Mrs. Bryan?”