a quote from Shakespeare,” Kit explained.
“Julius Caesar,” said Aunt Millie. She turned to Mr. and Mrs. Bell. “Didn’t I read in Kit’s newspaper that you’ve acted in some of Shakespeare’s plays?”
“Indeed, we have!” said Mr. Bell.
“Please tell us about it,” said Aunt Millie, looking very interested.
Mrs. Bell told a funny story about Mr. Bell tripping over his sword in a play. That reminded Mr. Peck of the time three strings on his bass fiddle popped during a concert. And that reminded Miss Finney of a patient who was an opera singer and sang whenever he called for her. Soon everyone was telling funny stories and laughing uproariously—even Mrs. Howard, whose usual laugh was just a nervous giggle. Aunt Millie’s contagious hoot was loudest of all.
Kit looked at Aunt Millie and grinned from ear to ear. When I wrote my headline this morning, Kit thought, I never guessed who the very best and most surprising spring arrival of all would be!
The Waste-Not, Want-Not Almanac
“Come with me,” she said.
“Now?” Kit asked groggily.
“Yes! Time to greet the ‘rosy-fingered dawn,’” Aunt Millie replied.
Kit swung out of bed and dressed as quickly as she could. Aunt Millie was not wearing the Sunday-best clothes she had worn for traveling the day before. Instead, she was wearing no-nonsense work clothes. Her old leather boots and straw hat had seen better days, and her sweater had mismatched buttons and tidy patches on the elbows. Over her faded, but very clean, flowered dress, she wore a starched and ironed all-over apron. She was holding two empty cloth sacks.
“What’re we doing?” Kit whispered as she tiptoed behind Aunt Millie.
“Collecting while the dew is fresh,” said Aunt Millie. When they were outside, Aunt Millie handed Kit one of the sacks. “We’re going to gather dandelion greens for salad,” she said.
“Dandelions?” squeaked Kit. “You mean we’re going to eat our lawn?”
Aunt Millie picked out a dandelion green and handed it to Kit. “Taste this,” she said.
Kit took a nibble. “Hey!” she said. “It’s good!”
“And free,” said Aunt Millie. “Let’s get to work.”
It was just like Aunt Millie to see the possibilities in a weed. No one in the world is better at making something out of nothing, Kit thought as she picked.
By the time everyone else was up, Aunt Millie and Kit had filled their sacks with dandelion greens and had also weeded most of the lawn while they were at it. Aunt Millie was a great one for being efficient. That very afternoon, Aunt Millie, Kit, Dad, and Charlie took hoes and shovels out of the garage and started to rip up a corner of the lawn to plant vegetables there.
“Wait!” cried Mother. “I like the idea of growing vegetables. But couldn’t we put the patch behind the garage, where people wouldn’t see it?”
“This is nice, flat land that gets plenty of sunshine,” said Aunt Millie positively. “Things’ll grow beautifully here. It’s too shady behind the garage.”
“I guess that makes sense,” said Mother.
Kit could tell that Mother was not pleased to have the lawn torn up right next to her azaleas. The plot for the vegetable garden was an unsightly mud patch. Kit herself was doubtful that the little seeds Aunt Millie had brought would amount to anything. The seeds were wrapped in twists of newspaper that Aunt Millie had labeled and packed carefully in an old cloth flour sack. As Kit planted the tiny gray seeds, she couldn’t believe they’d become big red tomatoes, orange carrots, green beans, or yellow squash. But Aunt Millie was cheerfully confident that time, sun, water, and hard work would bring about the magical transformation.
“How come you’re so sure?” Kit asked her.
Aunt Millie considered Kit’s question. “I guess teachers and gardeners are just naturally optimistic,” she said. “Can’t help it. Children and seeds are never disappointing.” She stood and brushed the dirt off her knees. “Save the flour sack,” she said. “I’ll make you a pair of bloomers out of it.”
“Bloomers?” laughed Kit. “Oh, Aunt Millie, you’re kidding! I couldn’t wear underwear made out of a flour sack, for heaven’s sake!”
“And why not?” Aunt Millie asked.
“Well,” Kit sputtered, “what if someone saw them? I’d be—”
“Waste not, want not, my girl,” said Aunt Millie tartly. Then, like the spring sun coming out from behind a cloud, she smiled. “You’ll like the bloomers,” she said. “You’ll be surprised.”
Kit soon learned that life with Aunt Millie around was full of surprises because Aunt Millie was full of ingenious ideas. She could find a use for anything, even things that were old and worn out. To Aunt Millie, nothing was beyond hope.
“There’s plenty of good left in these sheets,” she said when Kit showed her the ones that were thin in the middle. It was a few nights later. Everyone was gathered around the radio waiting for President Roosevelt, who was going to speak in what he called a “fireside chat.” Aunt Millie was a big fan of President Roosevelt and his wife, Eleanor, and had asked Dad to move Mother’s sewing machine into the living room so that she could sew while she listened. She liked to do two things at once.
“Watch this, Margaret Mildred,” she said to Kit. As Kit watched, Aunt Millie tore the sheets in half, right down the middle. Then she sewed the outside edges together. “Now the worn parts are on the edges and the good parts are in the middle,” she said. “These sheets’ll last ten more years.”
The next night, Aunt Millie taught Kit how to take the collars and cuffs off Dad’s shirts and sew them back on reversed, so that the frayed part was hidden. Kit was pleased to know how to do something so useful. She was glad when Aunt Millie promised, “Tomorrow night I’ll teach you how to sew patches on so they don’t show.” And Kit was proud when, as everyone was saying good night, Aunt Millie announced, “If you’ve got anything that needs patching, bring it down tomorrow. Margaret Mildred and I’ll take care of it for you.”
Kit saw that Mother’s lips were thin as she tidied up the room. Kit was puzzled. Since Dad lost his job, no one had struggled harder than Mother to save money. Surely she appreciated all Aunt Millie’s frugal know-how! And yet it seemed that Mother felt the same way about the sewing machine in the living room as she’d felt about the vegetable patch in the yard. It was just too visible.
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