THE TAPESTRY OF PENELOPE
dle which she hadn't taken away when she went to town.
"What is it?" asks I.
"Daddy," she laughs, kind of excited and hysterical, "if you think back, you'll remember that I hadn't many clothes when I came, and I haven't got many since. Don't you think a girl's clothes—especially certain flimsy ones—wear out?"
"Of course," says I, "of course. It's a shame! I never thought of clothes for you. I'm so unused to women."
"Don't bother, daddy," she says, as affectionate, "I got some right here—when they're once made!"
She cried about it. I couldn't understand that! A girl crying about new clothes!
"You got to make 'em all? I'll get Sis Lowry to do it for you. She needs the money, anyhow."
"No! I must make them myself!" says Evelyn.
Well, I thought it was funny, that the tired
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