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"She will be pleased with what she will receive on that day." "Ah, but," said Ellen, laughing, "that isn't fair; you haven't answered me; perhaps somebody else will give her something, and then she might be pleased with that, and not with mine." "Exactly but the oracle never means to be understood." "Well, I won't come to you," said Ellen. "I don't like such answers. Now for the needlebook!"
"No, you shall give her some muffetees, you know, to keep her hands warm, and I'll make her a needlebook. But, Aunt Emma, do listen! What can be the matter?" They were just climbing the little bit of steep road which led to the farm, and suddenly they heard somebody roaring and screaming, and then an angry voice scolding, and then a great clatter, and then louder roaring than ever.
Embroidered needlebook of white satin with bright flowers and vines, dated 1786. Sampler, dated 1740. Yellow velvet bag embroidered with ribbon work. Black velvet bag embroidered in crêpe work with flowers. White satin workbag embroidered in fine tracery of vines. A box with embroidered pincushion on top. A blue silk pocketbook with very fine ribbon work. A paper box done with needle in filigree.
This exhibit of 1883 was as complete an historical collection of American needlework as was possible, and I have a list of ten articles loaned from collections in Bethlehem, which reads as follows: 1. Embroidered pocketbook of black silk with flowers in bright colors. Former property of Bishop Bigler. Embroidered needlebook of white satin with bright flowers, date 1800.
But there's another thing I don't know how to fix, and that's the edges of the leaves the leaves for the needles they must be fixed somehow." "I can show you how to do that," said Ellen, brightening; "Mamma had a needlebook that was given to her that had the edges beautifully fixed; and I wanted to know how it was done, and she showed me. I'll show you that.
The child was very poetical when she lived alone with herself. Miss Prudence's wicker work-basket with its dainty lining of rose-tinted silk, its shining scissors and gold thimble, with its spools and sea-green silk needlebook was a whole poem to the child; she thought the possession of one could make any kind of sewing, even darning stockings, very delightful work.
Then she sat down again, pulled a large rolled-up needlebook from her deep and accessible pocket, and sewed busily for some time with strong stitches. I sat by and watched her, and was glad to be of use in chasing her large spool of linen thread, which repeatedly rolled away along the platform. Sister Pinkham's affectionate thoughts were evidently following her old friend.
What cannot be cured, however, must be endured. The tears were dried, in course of time, and the needlebook, with its yellow pictures and pink edges, was very neatly finished. Ellen had been busy, too, on her own account. Alice had got a piece of fine linen for her from Miss Sophia; the collar for Mr. Van Brunt had been cut out, and Ellen with great pleasure had made it.
The feeble fingers were never idle, and one of her pleasures was to make little things for the school children daily passing to and fro, to drop a pair of mittens from her window for a pair of purple hands, a needlebook for some small mother of many dolls, penwipers for young penmen toiling through forests of pothooks, scrapbooks for picture-loving eyes, and all manner of pleasant devices, till the reluctant climbers of the ladder of learning found their way strewn with flowers, as it were, and came to regard the gentle giver as a sort of fairy godmother, who sat above there, and showered down gifts miraculously suited to their tastes and needs.
Hamilton, "for the people in the settlement knew her only as Mrs. Winter." There was not much else in the box; a few ornaments, a little faded needlebook which looked as though it had been kept for memory's sake, and two letters. One of the letters was unsealed, and Mr. Hamilton took out a slip of paper which said with pathetic brevity, "If I am dead please send this letter to my dear father.
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