At one corner a strip of it was torn, and hung forlornly.
'We must mend it,' said Anthea; 'never mind about my stockings.

I can sew them up in lumps with sewing cotton if there's no time to do them properly.

I know it's awful and no girl would who respected herself, and all that; but the poor dear carpet's more important than my silly stockings.

Let's go out now this very minute.' So out they all went, and bought wool to mend the carpet; but there is no shop in Camden Town where you can buy wishing-wool, no, nor in Kentish Town either.

However, ordinary Scotch heather-mixture fingering seemed good enough, and this they bought, and all that day Jane and Anthea darned and darned and darned.