obtainable since I was a child.' She noticed he had some bound volumes of 'Hearth and Home' on the desk before him.
'Yes,' he confessed, 'I have been looking up those wonderful stories you said that you had written for us. They are pleasing—well adapted to this particular magazine. Perhaps as well as furnishing us with pictures you will occasionally do us a story. Probably you have a hatbox full of them hidden away somewhere in the Poggy house.'
Seeing an eager look in the young lady's eyes, he quickly put on the brakes. 'When you've worked with us for a couple of months and know our requirements, you might trot some in and we'll go over them.'
Obviously she was not to 'trot them in' immediately. 'Well,' he continued, 'turning to the case in hand...' He excused himself and soon returned with a manila envelope containing crude sketches and a letter.
'By the way, you tat, knit, crochet, stitch, sew, and so forth?'
'Yes.'
'Very well. Here in this envelope are directions for making articles for a 'Fancy Fair.' Our correspondent has done her best to draw pictures of the things she describes, but you are to re-render them in the more elegant manner of Mrs. Dummer. Select five of these objects, make me drawings of them several times larger than the finished cuts should be, and come back day after to-morrow.'
