"Take another one and lap it over the end of the one that is on the point of death, then go right ahead. If they"re too fat at the ends shave them down a bit where they lap."
"This superb creation of mine is three inches across the middle,"
announced James.
"It"s time to turn up the spokes then. Make up your mind how sharply you want the basket to flare and watch it as you weave, or you"ll have it uneven."
"Mine seems to have reached a good height for a small work basket,"
decided Helen, her head on one side.
"Mine isn"t quite so high, but I can seem to see a few choice candies of Ethel Brown"s concoction resting happily within its walls," said Tom.
"Let"s all make the border. Measure the spokes and cut them just three inches beyond the top of the weaving. You"ll have to sharpen their tips a little or else you"ll have trouble pushing them down among the weavers."
"I get the idea! You bend them into scallops!"
"Wet them first or there"ll be broken fence pickets. When you"ve soaked them until they"re pliable enough bend each spoke over to make a scallop and thrust it down right beside its neighbor spoke between the weavers."
"Mine is more than ever a work basket," said Helen when she had completed the edge. "I shall line it with brown and fit it up with a thimble and threads and needles and a tiny pair of scissors."
"Mine, too," was Ethel Brown"s decision.
"My sides turn up too sharply," James thought. "I shall call mine a cover for a small flower pot. Then I shan"t have to line it!"
"Here are some of the most easily made mats and baskets in the world,"
announced Della. "They"re made just like the braided rugs you find in farm houses in New England. Mother got some in New Hampshire once before we started going to Chautauqua for the summers."
"I"ve seen them," said Margaret. "There are yards and yards of rags cut all the same width and sewed together and then they are braided and then the braid is sewed round and round."
"You make raffia mats or baskets in just the same way, only you sew them with raffia," explained Della. "You braid the raffia first and that gives you an opportunity to make pretty color combinations."
"A strand of raffia doesn"t last forever. How do you splice it?"
"Splice a thick end alongside of a thin end and go ahead. Try to pick out strands of different lengths for your plaiting or they"ll all run out at once and have to be spliced at once and it may make them bunchy if you aren"t awfully careful."
[Ill.u.s.tration: The braid for easily made rugs and baskets]
"I saw a beauty basket once made of corn husks braided in the same way.
The inside husks are a delicate color you know, and they were split into narrow widths and plaited into a long rope."
"Where the long leaf pine grows," said Dorothy, "they use pine needles in the same way, only they wrap them around with thread--"
"Cotton thread?"
"Cotton thread--of about the same color."
"You can work sweet gra.s.s just so, except that you can wrap that with a piece of itself."
"When you have enough material," went on Della, "you begin the sewing.
If you"re going to make a round or an oblong mat you decide which right at the beginning and coil the centre accordingly. Then all you have to do is to go ahead. Don"t let the st.i.tches show and sew on until the mat is big enough."
"And for a basket I suppose you pile the braids upon each other when you"ve made the bottom the size you want it."
"Exactly. And you can make the sides flare sharply or slightly just as we made them do with the rattan."
"What"s the matter with making baskets of braided crepe paper?" asked James. "My whole being has been wrapped in paper for a week so it may influence my inventive powers unduly, but I really don"t see why it shouldn"t work."
"I"m sorry to take you off your perch," remarked Ethel Brown, "but I"ve seen one."
"O--oh!" wailed James in disappointment. "They were pretty though, weren"t they?"
"They were beauties. There was a lovely color combination in the one I saw."
"You could make patriotic ones for Fourth of July--red, white, and blue."
"Or green and red ones for Christmas."
"Or all white for Easter."
"Or pinky ones for May Day."
Just at this moment there came a rush of small feet and d.i.c.ky burst into the room.
"Hullo," he exclaimed briefly.
"Hullo," cried a chorus in return.
"I"ve seen her," said d.i.c.ky.
"Who is "her"?" asked Roger.
"Fraulein."
"Fraulein! d.i.c.ky, what have you been doing?"
Helen seized him by the arm and drew him to the side of her chair, while all the other members of the Club laid down their work and listened.
d.i.c.ky was somewhat embarra.s.sed at being the object of such undivided attention. He climbed up into Helen"s lap.
"I heard you talking at breakfatht about Fraulein and how thomebody perhapth wath dead and perhapth wathn"t dead, tho I went and athked her if he wath dead."
"Oh, d.i.c.ky!"
Helen buried her face in his bobbed hair, and the rest of the Mortons looked at each other aghast.
"We were wondering if it would be an intrusion to send Fraulein some flowers," explained Helen,--"and--"
"--and here d.i.c.ky b.u.t.ts right in!" finished Roger.
"I went to the houthe and I rang the bell," continued d.i.c.ky, "and an old lady came to the door."