"
Dorothy stared seriously at Ethel Blue.
"She does perfectly beautiful embroidery," she said slowly, as she
tried to think out a way to put Ethel Blue's suggestion into effect.
"Do you suppose she'd be willing to teach us how to do it? That
beautiful Italian cut work, you know. If we should call ourselves a
class and ask her to teach us it might give her something quite new to
think about."
"I'd like to learn, too," agreed Ethel Blue. "I heard Mother say once
that there was a school in New York for Italian lace work. Let's get
Delia to find out about it, and when Mrs. Paterno grows stronger and
goes back to the city she might go there. They have a shop uptown
where they sell the pupils' work. The class here and the prospect of
having regular employment when she went back--"
"Work she likes."
"What are you youngsters plotting?" asked the cheerful voice of
Grandfather Emerson, who came around the big oak from the grass grown
lane so quietly that they did not hear him coming.
They told him their plan, and he listened intently.
"The poor little woman has had such a shock that it will be a long time
before she can control herself, I'm afraid," he responded
sympathetically, "but I believe you've hit on the right way.
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