The girl did not have a coat and had to use a sack. Her dad got sick and died. The people wore black clothes and her dad her did not like black, he liked the colors of day. The quilting mothers made her a coat so she could go to school.  A boy pulled her braid.  The kids danced around her and laughed at her coat.  She broke through the circle and ran away and sat on a log. Then she went back to school and told the kids about all the scraps and they were sorry and wanted to be her friend.