"There, now, you are dropping stitches like every thing," said Lottie Palmer, very much pleased. "I guess I know how to do that!"
"Poh, them's nothing but the loops," said Prudy.
But it was not long before she broke the yarn short off, and got her work into such a fix that she had to take it home and ask grandma to "fix it out."
"Why, child, where's the ball?" said her grandmother. "And here's two needles gone!"
"O, I left 'em to school, I s'pose," said Prudy. "I'm sure I never noticed 'em."
"I found the ball under the teacher's desk once," said Susy.
"Well, 'tain't there now," replied Prudy; "it's all wounded now, and I put it where it b'longs."
"Where's that?" asked grandma, laughing.
"Well, I don't know," answered Prudy, trying to think; "but I guess it's somewhere."
Mrs. Parlin began to think it was a foolish plan to let Prudy take her knitting-work. I was going to mention something she did the last day she carried it. She got tired of knitting, tired of twisting her pretty curls round her finger, and tired of looking at pictures.