"Yes," she answered, smiling back at him, "but happy. Thank you for a perfect day."
CHAPTER XI
A JUNE DAY
On a warm morning in June, Beatrice took her despised sewing under an unwilling arm and went over to Mrs. Howard's. Mrs. Franklin was there also, and they all sat on the porch, under the impression that it was cooler there than indoors.
"I wish you girls would show me how this goes," pleaded Beatrice. She was making herself a gown of pink calico, and encountering new difficulties at every turn.
"Where's your pattern," asked Katherine.
"I haven't any map," returned Beatrice; "I lost it. I sawed this out by an old one."
"It looks as if it had been sawed," laughed Mrs. Franklin. "Why didn't you ask Mrs. Mackenzie to help you cut it?"