"Gin Sing picked blackberries in the colander. I, supposing the said
colander to be a pan with the usual bottom, took it in my lap and held
it for an hour while I sorted the berries. Result: a hideous stain a
foot and a half in diameter, to say nothing of the circumference. Mr.
Greenwood suggested oxalic acid. I applied it, and removed both the
stain and the dress in the following complete manner;" and Polly put
her brilliant head through an immense circular hole in the front
breadth of the skirt.

"It 's hopeless, is n't it? for of course a patch won't look well,"
said Margery.

"Hopeless? Not a bit. You see this pretty yellow and white striped
lawn? I have made a long, narrow apron of it, and ruffled it all
round. I pin it to my waist thus, and the hole is covered. But it
looks like an apron, and how do I contrive to throw the public off the
scent? I add a yoke and sash of the striped lawn, and people see
simply a combination-dress. I do the designing, and my beloved little
mother there will do the sewing; forgetting her precious Polly's
carelessness in making the hole, and remembering only her cleverness in
covering it."

"Capital!" said Margery; "it will be prettier than ever. Oh dear! that
dress was new when we had our last lovely summer in the cañon. Shall
we ever go again, all together, I wonder? Just think how we are all
scattered,--the Winships traveling in Europe (I 'll read you Bell's
last letter by and by); Geoffrey Strong studying at Leipsic; Jack
Howard at Harvard, with Elsie and her mother watching over him in
Cambridge; Philip and I on the ranch as usual, and you here. We are so
divided that it does n't seem possible that we can ever have a complete