"I'm in a hurry to get this done, and there isn't any time to lose." Anne looked in some surprise at the white garment spread over Miss Cornelia's ample lap.

It was certainly a baby's dress, and it was most beautifully made, with tiny frills and tucks.

Miss Cornelia adjusted her glasses and fell to embroidering with exquisite stitches.
"This is for Mrs.Fred Proctor up at the Glen," she announced.

"She's expecting her eighth baby any day now, and not a stitch has she ready for it.

The other seven have wore out all she made for the first, and she's never had time or strength or spirit to make any more.