“Button, button, who has the button?” warbled Veve. Rocking back and forth in the tree house made her feel a trifle silly.
“We have some buttons at home in Mother’s sewing basket,” said Rosemary without too much enthusiasm.
“My mother will let me have some of her extra ones,” declared Sunny.
Miss Gordon explained that she did not refer to ordinary buttons which could be bought in the stores.
“I propose to have the troop collect only unusual ones,” she told the girls. “Many buttons are very decorative and beautiful. Some of the old ones have historical significance.”
“Just as quilts do!” exclaimed Rosemary. “Remember those we collected to display at the cherry festival?”
“I’m afraid old buttons may be a trifle more difficult to find than pattern quilts,” Miss Gordon warned the girls. “Nevertheless, even if we fail to find many buttons, we’ll have a good time searching for them.”
Jane inquired what would be done with the buttons once they were collected.
Miss Gordon explained that they might be strung, mounted on cards for display or made into beautiful pins.
“A pin!” cried Veve, now intrigued by the proposal. “That’s what I’d like. Where will we find old buttons?”