“Willa Barrington took the position in the bank that Sherrill had given up, and Sherrill had her time free to get ready. Every morning she spent sewing, and part of the afternoons when she was not helping her mother in the house. Little by little the charming wardrobe grew, hanging under chintz covers in the closet of the guest room: the green satin, made over after a Paquin model, with touches of old lace treated in coffee, and laboriously “picked out” by Grandma’s frail fingers; the brown sati...n became a brown cape, with Belgian embroidery on the sleeves and a quaint buckle that had come from Cairo, and had an accompanying necklace of antique filigree set with strange old stones of many colors. Aunt Harriet’s trunks were a never-ending source of treasures to “finish off” whatever Sherrill was trying to make. The handsome old brocade worked into a wonderful blouse and skirt, with a vest of rare old lace to set off its quaintness. An old thread lace shawl of Grandma’s supplied the black lace dress that Harriet Masters said was indispensable.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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