The other women had started the embroidery class, teaching each other and Mrs. Morton, Mrs. Smith and the Miss Clarks.  The plan was working out very well, Mrs. Schuler thought, especially with Mrs. Paterno, who evidently loved the work and in it was already losing something of her fear and anxiety.

Roger had made a sideboard for the Rose House dining room assisted by the members of the Club who were “not off gallivanting,” as he expressed it.

“It’s mighty good looking,” commented Dorothy as she examined it.  “Was it hard to make?  It looks so.”

“No worse than that seat we made for Mrs. Schuler’s room.  We made two cupboard arrangements for the ends just like those, only we put a door over each one of them.  Instead of a big box between them to be used as a seat we put a shelf resting on the cleats that went across the backs of the bookshelves.  Then we connected the two cupboards with a long plank.”

“You put a back behind the shelf.”

“We put on thin boards for a back, but we haven’t decided yet whether we made a mistake in putting doors in front or not.  I like them with doors the way we have it, but Margaret thinks it would have been rather good without any doors.  What do you think?”

“I think Mrs. Schuler will like it better with doors.  The linen or whatever she keeps in there will be cleaner if it isn’t exposed to the air on open shelves and the doors will serve as a protection against dust.”

They all agreed that it was one of the best pieces of furniture that they had yet made for the house, and the travellers were sorry that they had not had a hand in its construction on account of the experience the progress of the work would have afforded them.

A few days later the Ethels planned an excursion for the benefit of the younger children which was to be somewhat in the nature of a picnic, but it was arranged to have everyone attend who could do so.

There was intense excitement among the smaller children when the announcement was made that the picnic would be held early the following week, providing the weather proved clear enough not to interfere with their plans.

Dicky’s share in the excitement of the journey was the stirring up of a deep interest in Indians.  When the Ethels told him that they were going over to the field that Grandfather Emerson was having cleared he insisted on going with them to hunt for arrow heads.  They waited until a day after a rain had left the small stones washed free of earth, and they made an afternoon of it, all the Club and all the Rose House women and children going too.  The boys carried hampers with the wherewithal for afternoon tea, and the expedition assumed serious proportions in the minds of those arranging it when Dicky asked if they would need one of Grandfather’s wagons to bring home the arrow heads in.

As a matter of fact they did not find many arrow heads.  Whether the earth had not yet been turned over to a sufficient depth or whether the Indians who had lived about Rosemont had been of a peaceful temper or whether the field happened not to be near any of their villages, no one knew, though every one made one guess or another.