“I’d love to go see her,” said Mary.  Elizabeth Schmidt also expressed her willingness to go, when asked, saying:  “I am positive mother will add her contribution to the carpet rags for Sadie, I do pity her so very much.”

“Yes,” said Mary’s Aunt, “she is poor and proud.  She will not accept charity, so we persuade her to take carpet rags, as we have more than we can possibly use.”

On reaching the Singmaster cottage, the girls alighted with their well-filled baskets, Mary’s Uncle driving on to the “Ax Handle Factory,” promising to call for the girls on his return.  The sad, brown eyes of Sadie, too large for her pinched, sallow face, shone with pleasure at sight of the two young girls so near her own age, and she smiled her delight on examining the numerous bright-colored patches brought by them.  Thinking the pleasure she so plainly showed might appear childish to the two girls, she explained:  “I do get so dreadfully tired sewing together so many dull homely rags.  I shall enjoy making balls of these pretty, bright colors.”

“Sadie,” Mary inquired, “will you think me inquisitive should I ask what the carpet weaver pays you for the rags when you have sewed and wound them into balls?”

“Certainly not,” replied Sadie.  “Four cents a pound is what he pays me.  It takes two of these balls to make a pound,” and she held up a ball she had just finished winding.

“Is that all you get?” exclaimed Elizabeth.

“Have you ever made rag rugs?” inquired Mary.

“No, I have never even seen one.  Are they anything like braided mats?”

“Yes, they are somewhat similar to them, but I crochet mine and think them prettier.  I have made several, with Aunt Sarah’s assistance.  I’ll come over and teach you to make them one of these days, should you care to learn, and I’m positive you will find ready sale for them.  In fact, I’ve several friends in the city who have admired the ones I have, and would like to buy rugs for the Colonial rooms they are furnishing.  Sadie, can you crochet?”

“Oh, yes.  I can do the plain stitch very well.”

“That is all that will be necessary.  You will become very much interested in inventing new designs, it is very fascinating work, and it will be more remunerative than sewing carpet rags.  Aunt Sarah will send you more carpet rags if you require them, and should you wish dull colors of blue or pink, a small package of dye will transform white or light-colored rags into any desired shade, to match the furnishings of different rooms.  I think the crocheted rugs much prettier than the braided ones, which are so popular in the ‘Nutting’ pictures, and the same pretty shades may be used when rugs are crocheted.”

When Farmer Landis came for the girls, he found them too busily engaged talking to hear his knock at the door.  During the drive home Mary could think and talk of nothing but Sadie Singmaster, and the rugs she had promised to teach her to make at an early day.  Elizabeth, scarcely less enthusiastic, said:  “I’ve a lot of old things I’ll give her to cut up for carpet rags.”