"Warp--I remember. I always have to look it up in the dictionary to see which is warp and which is woof."
"Warp is the thread that goes on first. In a rug or a piece of tapestry it"s the plain, ugly thread that holds the beautifully colored threads in place. It"s the up and down threads. In raffia you have to be careful to alternate the big ends and small ends so that the weaving will be even."
"What do you do when the warp is ready?"
"Before you begin to weave you must make a solid line across the end so that when you run your first bit of woof across it won"t just push right up to the bar of the loom and then ravel out when you cut your product off the loom."
"I get the reason for its existence. I should think you"d make it by tying a string right across the loom knotting it into each strand of warp as you pa.s.s by."
"That"s exactly what you do; and the ends you can leave flying to join in with the fringe."
"Can we weave now?"
"Go ahead. When you"ve made the cushion square, if you want it square, go around the three remaining sides and tie a break-water, so to speak, so that the weaving won"t ravel out. Trim your fringe even and there"s one side of your pillow."
"One side would be enough for a pincushion."
"If you want to make a big sofa cushion--a grown up one--you"ll have to make a wide plait of raffia--a four strand or six strand braid--or else you"d never get it done."
"The unbraided would be too delicate. I hate to make things that wear out before you can get used to them about the house."
"You"d have to have a bigger loom for something that size."
"It"s no trouble to make. Roger nailed mine together," said Ethel Blue.
"Any one want the dimensions?" asked Roger. "Take two pieces of narrow wood twenty-three inches long, and nail two other pieces of lighter stuff each twenty-five inches long on to their tops at the ends. These bits are raised from the table by the thickness of the first piece of lumber. See?"
Tom and James, who were examining Ethel Blue"s loom, nodded.
"Then nail slender uprights, ten inches tall, at each of the four corners and connect them by two other thin sticks twenty-five inches long, running just above your first pair of twenty-fives. Do you get it?"
Again the boys nodded.
"That"s all there is to it, and you really don"t need to make that for a plain, smooth plank will do at a pinch."
"How do you carry your woof across?" asked Margaret. "Your hand would be in its own way, I should think."
"You thread the raffia into a wooden bodkin about twenty-six inches long."
"I can see that you must draw the cross threads down tight the way we did in weaving the baskets," said James.
"Indeed you must or you"ll turn out a sleazy piece of weaving," answered Della.
"There must be oceans of articles you can make out of woven raffia."
"Just about everything that you can make out of a piece of cloth of the same size."
"Of cotton cloth? Ha!"
"Or silk."
"Handkerchief cases and collar cases."
"Coverings for boxes of all kinds. Another material for James to glue on to pasteboard."
"I see lots of chances for it," he answered seriously.
"I believe old James is really taking kindly to pasting," laughed Tom.
"Certainly I am. It"s a bully occupation," defended James.
"There are a thousand things that can be made of raffia--you can make lace of it like twine lace, and make articles out of the lace; and you can make baskets of a combination of rattan and raffia, using the raffia for wrapping and for sewing. But we have such a short time left that I think those of us who are going to do any raffia work had better learn how to weave evenly and make pretty little duds out of the woven stuff."
"Wise kid," p.r.o.nounced Roger. "Now what"s little Margaret going to teach us this afternoon?"
"Little Margaret" made a puckered face at this appellation, but she came promptly to the front.
"Ethel Brown and Dorothy have been teaching me to stencil. They could teach the rest of you a great deal better than I can, but they"ve done their share this afternoon so I"ll try."
"Go on," urged Ethel Brown. "We"ll help you if you forget."
"If you"ll excuse me I"ll go to the attic and get my clay," said Dorothy. "I found a new idea for a candlestick in a book this morning and I want to make one before I forget it."
Margaret was in the full swing of explanation when Dorothy returned.
"Why this frown, fair Coz?" demanded Roger in a Shakesperean tone.
"It"s the queerest thing--I thought I had enough clay for two pairs of candlesticks and it seems to have shrunk or something so there"ll only be one and that mighty small."
""_Mighty small_,"" mimicked Roger. "How large is _"mighty_ small"?"
"Don"t bother me, Roger. I"ll start this while Margaret talks."
"When a drawing fit seizes Ethel Blue again we"ll get her to make us some original stencils," said Helen. "These that we bought at the Chautauqua art store will do well enough for us to learn with."
"They are very pretty," defended Dorothy.
"Mine won"t be any better, only they will be original," said Ethel Blue.
"I hate to mention it," said Tom in a whisper, "but I"m not perfectly sure that I know what a stencil is."
There was a shout from around the table.
"Never mind, Thomas," soothed Roger, patting his friend on the shoulder.
"Confession is good for the soul. A stencil, my son, is a thin sheet of something--pasteboard, the girls use--with a pattern cut out of it. You lay the stencil down on a piece of cloth or canvas or board or whatever you want to decorate, and you scrub color on all the part of the material that shows through."
"Methinks I see a great light," replied Tom, slapping his forehead.
"When you lift the stencil there is your pattern done in color."