“I have heard what your trade is,” observed Miss Wren; “it’s cabinetmaking.”

Mr. Sloppy nodded. “Now that the Mounds is done with, it is. I’ll tell you what, Miss. I should like to make you something.”

“Much obliged. But what?”

“I could make you,” said Sloppy, surveying the room, “I could make you a handy set of nests to lay the dolls in. Or I could make you a handy little set of drawers, to keep your silks and threads and scraps in. Or I could turn you a rare handle for that crutch-stick, if it belongs to him you call your father.”

“It belongs to me,” returned the little creature, with a quick flush of her face and neck. “I am lame.”