Mrs. Cann looked doubtfully at the children. "You'd get it all on your clothes," she said.
"Oh, that's all right," said Cheery. "We're going away tomorrow, you know, and Mamma has packed everything but our traveling clothes and these faded things that she isn't going to take along at all. She said we looked like two little ragged-robins this morning, when she dressed us;—so it won't do any harm at all if we get these spotted."
"Well," said Mrs. Cann, setting down the pail, "you may have it if you choose; but you must take it out to the barn to do your dyeing, so as not to muss things around here. I'll put it into some little pails that you can carry."
And so, in a few minutes, Cheery and The Chum were seated just inside of the wide back door of the barn, while the silk pieces and their fingers were turning red and blue and yellow, and Winkie Baby stood by and watched, and tried to poke his funny nose into the dye-pails.
