would not show, were carelessly made and finished.
Finally, Little Sister Kindness became so distressed by what she saw in the workroom that she begged to stay.
"But, what can you do?" inquired the manager of the wardrobe.
"Nothing that will count," replied Little Sister Kindness, "but I can tie loose ends of threads, and darn little holes neatly, and finish seams inside and—"
"There, there!" exclaimed the manager of the wardrobe. "Do get a needle and begin. I have been so worried lest the Princess should not have one perfect garment."
So Little Sister Kindness began her work and was soon the busiest maiden in the palace. Scarcely a garment escaped her loving fingers. Everything needed a little stitch here and a little stitch there; a button and button-hole in place of a pin; a bit of trimming to be firmly fastened; a bow to be sewed securely in place; always a stitch here and a stitch there; never a piece of work that would show; not so much as a collar or a belt that the King might say, "Ah! This was made by Little Sister Kindness."
