Jennings dressed herself in her best black bombazine, her best bonnet
and mantilla and mitts, and also dressed Ann Lizy in her best muslin
delaine, exquisitely mended, and set out to make a call on the parson's
wife. When they arrived they found a chaise and white horse out in the
parsonage yard, and the parson's wife's sister and family there on a
visit. An old lady, Mrs. White, a friend of Mrs. Jennings, was also
making a call.
Little Ann Lizy and Sally Putnam were introduced to each other, and Ann
Lizy looked admiringly at Sally's long curls and low-necked dress, which
had gold catches in the sleeves. They sat and smiled shyly at each
other.
"Show Ann Lizy your patchwork, Sally," the parson's wife said,
presently. "Sally has got almost enough patchwork for a quilt, and she
has brought it over to show me," she added.
Ann Lizy colored to her little slender neck; patchwork was nowadays a
sore subject with her, but she looked on as Sally, proud and smiling,
displayed her patchwork.
Suddenly she gave a little cry. There was one of her squares! The calico
with roses on a green ground was in Sally's patchwork.
Her grandmother shook her head energetically at her, but old Mrs. White
had on her spectacles, and she, too, had spied the square.
"Why, Miss Jennings," she cried, "that's jest like that dress you had so
long ago!"
"Let me see," said Sally's mother, quickly.
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