avagant Peggy had used every fragment of her material? Her face
fell, her voice thrilled with horror.

"Never! You don't mean it! How dreadful! What will you do? Oh,
Peggy, take mine, do, and let me buy something else for myself."

"Not an inch! It's no use, Eunice, I will not do it! We are going to
have blouses alike, and that's settled. That's the worst of these
flower patterns, they do cut out so badly: but it is no use grieving
over what cannot be cured. Go on with your work, my dear, and don't
mind me."

"But what will you--"

"Sew it up as it is! I'm not sure that it won't look better, after all.
More Frenchy!" and Peggy pinned the odd pieces together, and smiled at
the effect with a complacency which left the other breathless with
astonishment. She seemed oblivious of the fact that she had made a
mistake, and utterly unconcerned at the prospect of wearing a garment in
which the pattern reversed itself in back and front. Such a state of
mind was inconceivable to the patient toiler, who rounded every corner
with her scissors as carefully as if an untoward nick meant destruction,
and pinned and repinned half-a-dozen times over before she could satisfy
herself of the absence of crinkles. Peggy was ready to be "tried on"
before Eunice had half finished the first process, and though she went
obediently at the first call, the ordeal was a painful one to all
concerned. Eunice was so nervous and ignorant that she dare hardly make
an alteration, for fear of making bad worse, while Peggy wriggled like
an eel, turning her head now over this shoulder, now over that, and
issued half-a-dozen contradictory orders at the same moment.

"The shoulder creases--put the pins in tighter! The back is too wide--
take a great handful out of the middle seam. Why does it stick out like
that at the waist, just where it ought to go in? Oh, the fulness, of
course, I forgot that. Leave that alone then, and go on to the neck.
Put pins in all round where the band ought to go."

"Tryings on" were numerous during the next few mornings; but, while
Eunice's blouse gradually assumed a trig and reputable appearance,
Peggy's developed each time a fresh set of creases and wrinkles.
Neither girl was experienced enough to understand that carelessly cut
and badly tacked material can never attain to a satisfactory result, nor
in truth did they trouble very much over the deficiency, for Peggy no
sooner descried a fault, than her invent