'I should think so. And you'd have to get some stuff to scent it—that one was scented, didn't you notice? What fun it would be to make it! If I had anybody to make one for, I'd like to make one too.'
'Kathie!' Philippa exclaimed, 'you have your own mamma!'
'Oh, but,' said Kathleen, blushing a little, 'I don't remember her, you see. I've never made her anything. It's different from you. Still—if I thought she'd like it. She's often written about my learning to sew and to be neat-handed, and I don't like that sort of thing, so I never answer that part of her letters.'
'It would be very nice for you to make her something, to show her you are neat-handed. Wouldn't it, Neville? Don't you think so too?' asked Philippa.
'Yes,' Neville replied. 'I think it would be very nice. Only there's one difficulty—where are you to get the boxes? There must be a box for that kind of pincushion.'
Philippa's face fell; but Kathie's, on the contrary, brightened up.
'I know,' she said. 'I have an idea. But I won't tell you just yet. Leave it to me, Philippa—you'll see.'
'But, Kathie,' said the little girl plaintively, 'you won't forget, will you? You so often do, you know. I've only a fortnight before the box goes. Uncle and grandmamma had got it nearly all ready before she got ill; there are books and lots of things going out to papa, that can't wait. And if I can't do the pincushion, I must think of something else.'
'Oh, I won't forget,' said Kathie confidently. 'The first wet day—and it's sure to be rain again soon; that's how it does in these hilly places; it's never long the same thing. Well, the first wet day, it would be a capital way of getting through the time to make pincushions.'