The
policeman did not mind Julia's tears and entreaties in the least, but
led him away to the Patchwork School, waving his stick with its blue
ribbon bow as majestically as a drum major.
So Julia had to sit down in a little chair, and sew patchwork with the
rest. He did not mind the close work as much as some of the others,
for he was used to being kept indoors, attending to his Grandmothers'
wants; but he disliked to sew. His term of punishment was a long one.
The Patchwork Woman, who fixed it, thought it looked very badly for a
little boy to be complaining because his kind grandparents had given
him some warm stockings instead of foolish toys.
The first thing the children had to do when they entered the school,
was to make their patchwork clothes, as I have said. Julia had got his
finished and was busily sewing on a red and green patchwork quilt,
in a tea-chest pattern, when, one day, the Mayor came to visit the
school. Just then his son did not happen to be serving a term there;
the Mayor never visited it with visitors of distinction when he was.
To-day he had a Chinese Ambassador with him. The Patchwork Woman sat
behind her desk on the platform and sewed patchwork, the Mayor in his
fine broadcloth sat one side of her, and the Chinese Ambassador, in
his yellow satin gown, on the other.
The Ambassador's name was To-Chum.
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