asten it to the frame with stout linen thread. It was made of
bits of bright woolen cloth. There were pieces of Faith's new dresses,
and of the dresses made for Louise, and they were neatly stitched
together in a diamond-shaped pattern. Faith had made a good many of
these, and so had Louise in the evenings as they sat with Aunt Prissy
before the open fire.

First of all Aunt Prissy had fastened the lining for the quilt to the
frame. Over this she spread an even layer of soft wool, and then over
this the bright patchwork was spread and fastened. And now it was
ready to mark the quilting pattern.

Aunt Prissy took a ball of firm twine and rubbed it well with white
chalk. The cord was fastened tightly across the surface of the quilt.

"Now," said Aunt Prissy, and Faith took the tight cord up and "snap"
it went when her fingers released their hold, leaving a straight white
mark across the quilt. Back and forth they stretched the cord and
"snapped" the line, until the quilt was marked in a checkerboard
pattern of white lines, which the quilters would follow with their
neat stitches.

"I believe I'll have a quilting bee to-morrow," said Aunt Prissy.
"When you and Donald start out you can go down and ask the minister's
wife, and be sure and say that we shall expect Mr. Fairbanks to tea.
Then ask Neighbor Willis and her husband, and Mrs. Tuttle. I think
that will be a pleasant number."

"May I help quilt?" asked Faith.

"Of course you may. Tell Mrs. Tuttle to bring her daughter. And now,
my dear, in what manner will you ask our friends to the quilting party
and to tea?" asked Aunt Prissy, looking down at her little niece with
her pretty smile.

"I shall rap at the minister's door first, of course; and when Mrs.
Fairbanks opens the door I shall make my best curtsy, like this:" and
Faith took a bit of her skirt in each hand, and bent in a very pretty
curtsy indeed; "and I shall say: 'Good-morning, Mrs. Fairbanks. My
Aunt Prissy will be very happy if you and the minister will come to
her quilting bee to-morrow afternoon and stay to tea.'"

Aunt Prissy nodded approvingly. "I think that will do very nicely
indeed. Now put on your things and run along. Donald is waiting."

Donald and "Scotchie" were at the door when Faith was ready to start.
The big dog barked his delight at being allowed to go with the
children.

"I'd like to harness him to the sled; he could draw us both,"
suggested Donald, but Faith was sure that "Sco