Will you go with me, Ethel ?" Ethel went gladly, and when the girls showed the teacloth to Mrs.
Maynard, she approved of the whole plan, for she wanted Marjorie to become more fond of her needle, and this work would be an incentive to do so.
So she gave Marjorie the money for the purchase, and the two girls trotted away to the little shop which was not far from the hotel.
Marjorie found a square just like Ethel's, and bought it with a decidedly grownup feeling.
"I don't like to sew much," she confessed to Ethel, as they walked back.
"I've tried it a little, but I'd rather read or play." "But this isn't like regular sewing, and it's such fun to see the names grow right under your eyes.

They're so much prettier after they're worked in red than when they're just written in pencil." "Wouldn't they be prettier still worked in white ?" asked Marjorie.
"No; I saw one that way once, and the names don't show at all,--you can hardly read them.

Red is the best, and it doesn't fade when it's washed." Marjorie had bought red cotton at the shop, and she showed her purchases to her mother with great delight.
"They're fine," said Mrs.Maynard, approvingly.

"Now why don't you ask Ethel to write her name, and then you can always remember that hers was the first one on the cloth." "Oh, that will be lovely!" cried Marjorie.

"Will you, Ethel ?" "Yes, indeed," and getting a pencil, Ethel wrote her name in a large, plain, childish hand.
"You must always ask people to write rather large," she advised, "because it's awfully hard to work the letters if they're too small." Then Ethel lent Marjorie her needle and thimble so that she might do a few stitches by way of practice.
But it was not so easy for Marjorie as for Ethel, and her stitches did not look nearly so nice and neat.