But I had an awful time.

Mrs.Jones didn't believe in holding your needle like the rest of 'em did on buttonholing, and Mrs.White thought backstitching ought to be taught you before hemming (or else the other way), and Mrs.Harriman didn't believe in putting you on patchwork ever, at all." "Well, there will be no difficulty of that kind any longer, Pollyanna.

I shall teach you sewing myself, of course.

You do not know how to cook, I presume." Pollyanna laughed suddenly.
"They were just beginning to teach me that this summer, but I hadn't got far.

They were more divided up on that than they were on the sewing.
They were GOING to begin on bread; but there wasn't two of 'em that made it alike, so after arguing it all one sewing-meeting, they decided to take turns at me one forenoon a week--in their own kitchens, you know.
I'd only learned chocolate fudge and fig cake, though, when--when I had to stop." Her voice broke.
"Chocolate fudge and fig cake, indeed!" scorned Miss Polly.