and thread here, and I will sew that up for you quicker than you can pin it."
"Oh, no, no!" cried the little girl, drawing away and crumpling the tear up in her hand.
"But why?" exclaimed Marjorie. "I'll be so glad to, and the pins will drop out before you have gone ten steps."
"I can't help it if they do," said the little girl. "I can't have it sewed while I have it on,—She doesn't allow it,—She would punish me."
"But why?" exclaimed Marjorie.
"Well, just because She doesn't allow it,—and oh, dear, I haven't pins enough, either. Won't you ask that girl over there for some of hers?"
Marjorie noticed then that the most of the children had rows of bent and crooked pins stuck across the front of their dresses or blouses, and she approached the one the other girl had mentioned. "Please will you give me a few pins for your friend over there?" she asked.
"Oh, no, no!" exclaimed the little
