What do you think?"
The amateur milliner shook her head.
"I've a plan," she smiled mysteriously. "Don't you worry, Aunt Tiny."
"Oh, I shan't worry, child, if you take it in hand. I know that when
you get through with it it's goin' to look as if it had come straight
out of Mis' Gates's store over at the Junction. It does beat all what
a knack you have for such things. You could make your fortune bein' a
milliner. I s'pose you wouldn't want to face it in with red, would
you? Willie likes red, an' there's a scrap of silk in the trunk under
the eaves that could be stretched into a facin' with some piecin'."
"I'm afraid you wouldn't like red, Aunt Tiny," the girl replied gently.
"Mebbe I wouldn't," was the prompt answer. "Well, do it as you think
best. You never put me into anything yet that warn't becomin', an' I
reckon I can risk leavin' it to you."
"Wouldn't you rather I helped you clear up the kitchen before I began
hat trimming?"
"Mercy, no! Don't waste precious time sweepin' up an' washin' dishes;
I can do that.
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