For when it was
adjusted, Mrs. Macon insisted on superintending the cutting, and when
this was satisfactorily accomplished, to the exclusion of the one
worn place, and the ink-spatters, she was as elated as Sara herself.
"There! We've done it, we've done it! Now, if you only get them together
right; you're sure you'll remember which is the front, and which the
back, and when you stitch them--where's your machine?"
"I haven't any," said Sara.
"Dear heart! And were you going to sew those long seams by hand?"
Sara nodded deprecatingly, as much as to say she knew it was wrong not
to have a machine, but she couldn't help it; and her visitor was so
charmed with the look in her sweet eyes, that she gave her cheek a
playful little tap as she said,--
"It's not to be thought of! I've an excellent machine which stands
useless half the time; you shall come and learn to use it: this will be
just the thing to begin on. Why can't you come now? I'm anxious to see
them underway, and, besides, I haven't a doubt Morton needs them; boys
always are needing new trousers!"
Sara had to acknowledge that he did; and the upshot was, that in less
time than it takes to tell it, baby was turned over to Molly, and Sara,
with her bundle, found herself in Mrs.
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