"We are filling a box to send to our Trinidad missionary,"
said the minister's wife, "and we should be so pleased to have
you come, Miss Lloyd."
The Old Lady was on the point of refusing rather haughtily. Not that she
was opposed to missions--or sewing circles either--quite the contrary,
but she knew that each member of the Circle was expected to pay
ten cents a week for the purpose of procuring sewing materials;
and the poor Old Lady really did not see how she could afford it.
But a sudden thought checked her refusal before it reached her lips.
"I suppose some of the young girls go to the Circle?"
she said craftily.
"Oh, they all go," said the minister's wife.
"Janet Moore and Miss Gray are our most enthusiastic members.
It is very lovely of Miss Gray to give her Saturday afternoons--
the only ones she has free from pupils--to our work.
But she really has the sweetest disposition."
"I'll join your Circle," said the Old Lady promptly.
She was determined she would do it, if she had to live on two
meals a day to save the necessary fee.
She went to the Sewing Circle at James Martin's the next Saturday,
and did the most beautiful hand sewing for them. She was
so expert at it that she didn't need to think about it at all,
which was rather fortunate, for all her thoughts were taken up
with Sylvia, who sat in the opposite corner with Janet Moore,
her graceful hands busy with a little boy's coarse gingham shirt.
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