13. SELF-RELIANCE
My Little rug is strung up and well along. It is over two hands long, not quite two wide. It has a white background and not very much design. This piece is so small that it begins to get tight before it is one-quarter done. I use smaller battens and release every millimeter of tautness. I have no particular difficulties with it except tightness and the need for speed.
On Monday, Marie says, "Silversmith is having a sing for his daughter tonight."
"What kind is it?"
"The girl's sing. Last week he came over to ask my father how old she is. My father says she is fifteen, so they are having it." "How far is it to his place?" I inquire guardedly.
"About fourteen miles toward Water-in-Ground."
"Shall we go?"
"Yes."
"I guess I can get this done on Tuesday anyway," I rema
