The uplift [serial] . row wrinkled inperplexity. But, dear, I surelyought to recognize the contents ofmy own piece bags, and not a thinghere is familiar. She picked up adainty lace-trimmed apron of whiteswiss with green dots. I dont re-member of ever seeing this patcernbefore. Dorothy giggled. Of course youdont, mother. I exchanged the piecesleft over from my last summers pinklawn for that dotted swiss. It wasClarice Jones idea. She said thatnone of us wanted to work on mate-rials wed seen and worn until wewere tired to death of them, so wehad a give-and-take party and droveall sorts of shrewd
The uplift [serial] . row wrinkled inperplexity. But, dear, I surelyought to recognize the contents ofmy own piece bags, and not a thinghere is familiar. She picked up adainty lace-trimmed apron of whiteswiss with green dots. I dont re-member of ever seeing this patcernbefore. Dorothy giggled. Of course youdont, mother. I exchanged the piecesleft over from my last summers pinklawn for that dotted swiss. It wasClarice Jones idea. She said thatnone of us wanted to work on mate-rials wed seen and worn until wewere tired to death of them, so wehad a give-and-take party and droveall sorts of shrewd bargains with THE UPLIFT each other. But, dear me, Im for-getting to play the part of SantaClaus. She reached across thetable and picked up a razor casemade of white duck and a shavingpad of colored tissue paper to match,A clean shave outline in blue onits back. The remains of a middy blouse,father, she volunteered. And,oh yes, this step-saver is yours, too. The step-saver was a whisk-broom holder made of a square of. The Prettiest of Tea Aprons. pasteboard covered with bright cre-tonne.^ Everybody laughed, for allknew father could never locatethe whisk-broom. Surely daughter, these are notall for me! Mrs. Sherwoods eyeswere suspiciously bright as shefingered a home-stitched turnovercollar and cuffs, a dainty jabot, andthe prettiest of the fancy tea apronsDorothy gave her an impulsivehug. For the best mother she pointed to a pile of heart-shaped aprons. Those are for mychums, and that green pillow withFor thee I pine some, For thee Ibalsam, is for grandmother, and^-Guess shes forgotten us, an-nounced Elizabeth in a stage whisper,playfully pinching Marys arm. You deserve to be forgottenfor being impatient, Dorothy teas-ed as she handed her a dressingtable set, consisting of scarf, pin-cushion cover, waste hair receiverand hairpin holder. Hush! warned Dorothy roguish-ly, the foundations of the hair re-ceivers and hairpin holders arefathers cast-off cuffs, and you knowh
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