herself a complete set--bracelet, ring,
pin, and hatpin, after a design she had seen. Again and again she
brought the matter up, for, once she got an idea in her head, she clung
to it with the tenacity of a limpet to a rock.

"I think you _might_ teach me!" she cried out impatiently one day,
meeting Olga in the street. "You said you'd teach me all you know--you
did, Olga Priest--and now you won't."

"I've taught you basket work and beadwork and embroidery, and the knots,
and the Red-Cross things, and I'm helping you to win your honours," Olga
reminded her.

"O, I know--but I want to make the silver set just awfully. I can do
it--I know I can--and you promised, Olga Priest, you _promised_!" Sadie
repeated, half crying in her eager impatience.

"Well," Olga said with a reluctance she did not try to conceal, "if you
hold me to that promise----"

"I do then!" Sadie declared, her black eyes watching Olga's lips as if
she would snatch the words from them before they were spoken.

"Then I suppose I must," Olga went on slowly. "But listen, Sadie. You
don't seem to realise what you are asking of me. I've been nearly two
years learning this work, and I paid for my lessons--a good big price,
too--yet you expect me to teach you for nothing."

"Well, you know I've no money to pay for lessons," Sadie retorted
sulkily.

"I know--but you see you don't _have_ to learn the silver work. There
are plenty of other things for you to learn in handcraft."

Sadie's narrow sharp face flushed and she stamped her foot angrily. "But
I don't _want_ the other things, and I _do_ want this. I--I've just got
to have that silver set, Olga Priest."

Olga set her lips firmly. She must draw the line somewhere, for there
seemed no limit to Sadie's demands. Then a thought occurred to her and
she said slowly, "I don't feel, Sadie, that you have any right to ask
this of me. It is different from the other things. The silver work is my
trade--the way I earn my living. But I will teach you to make your set
on one condition."

"It's something about Elizabeth, I know," Sadie flung out with an angry
flirt.

"No, not this time. Sadie, have you ever given any one a Christmas
present?"

"No, of course not. I don't have any money to buy 'em."

"Well, this is my condition. I'll teach you to make the silver set for
yourself if you will first make something for----"

"Elizabeth!" broke in Sadie. "I said so."

"No, not for Elizabeth--for your mother."