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She glanced up at him with a mournful smile, and taking the knitting which had lain forgotten in her lap leaned over again and measured the stitches upon his wrist. "When do you start?" she asked, seeing a terrible trouble gathering in his face and resolved to draw his thoughts to other things. "Next week." The knitting fell again.
I'm afraid she's terribly disappointed," commented Aunt Nellie sympathetically. "It seems a pity she wasn't chosen. I suppose she would have made a splendid monitress. It's half the battle to be keen about anything." Mavis agreed, passed the cake, finished her tea, picked up the dropped stitches in Aunt Nellie's piece of knitting, carried a message to the cook, then went out into the garden.
Granny knew that this meant she wanted to talk about something, so she smilingly laid away the large Bible which she had been reading, and took up her knitting, which was as much as to say: "Well, Gretchen, dear, Granny is ready to listen." "Granny," said Gretchen slowly, "it's almost Christmas time, isn't it?"
"Those are rather splendid children," she said wistfully. "Where?" said nurse, lifting a calculating eye from the heel of the stocking she was knitting, and looking vaguely round the horizon. "There on the rock," said Susie eagerly. "Tom and I want to go on the rocks so much, and those children could help us; they are so very so very reckless." "So very rude," said nurse dispassionately.
Noisy children paddle in the flowing tide, and large, brown, handsome women sit on the door-steps knitting the blue guernsey shirts and stockings which their husbands wear. Such a lonely, lovely spot is the little village of St. Penfer.
'Well, I don't somehow believe, said Mrs. Thornburgh boldly, 'that she doesn't care for him. He is just the young man Catherine might care for. You can see that yourself. Mrs. Leyburn once more laid down her knitting and stared at her visitor. Mrs. Thornburgh, after all her meditations, had no very precise idea as to why she was at that moment in the Burwood living-room bombarding Mrs.
Her thoughts were elsewhere, and much as she liked being alone, the presence of a certain individual would not probably have marred her happiness to any great extent. But he was coming soon, and with that in anticipation, she appeared cheerful and gay as usual. Among the first to call upon them was Mrs. Perkins who came early in the morning, bringing her knitting work and staying all day.
She seemed struggling between regret at waking him, and the desire to talk to him. "Kostya, don't be frightened. It's all right. But I fancy.... We ought to send for Lizaveta Petrovna." The candle was lighted again. She was sitting up in bed, holding some knitting, which she had been busy upon during the last few days. "Please, don't be frightened, it's all right.
It was the quiet time in the afternoon when the rougher labors of the day were ended, and the housewife might rest herself with the more delicate tasks of spinning, knitting, or needlework, for it was in these, "the good old days" we all so plaintively lament, that the distich "Man may work from sun to sun But woman's work is never done" originated, and was something more than a bitter jest.
I have perduced it! now if you want to sarch behind it, you must tackle Bedney." She resumed her knitting and her lips closed like the spring of a steel trap. "Dyce, I haven't heard the rooster crow yet. Somebody has fought shy of the pot. See here, I am in earnest now, and I will give you both a friendly word of warning.
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