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Her own friends most of them women who were distasteful to Archie liked to ask her to contribute to church charities, just to see how mean she could be. The little, lop-sided cake at the church supper, the cheapest pincushion, the skimpiest apron at the bazaar, were always Mrs. Archie's contribution. All this hurt the doctor's pride.
Mother took off her bonnet it was a very pretty hat, really, with white roses on it and when she had taken it off she went to the dressing-table to do her pretty hair. On the table between the ring-stand and the pincushion lay a green leather case. Mother opened it. 'Oh, how lovely! she cried. It was a ring, a large pearl with shining many-lighted diamonds set round it.
Then, standing with his left foot wrapped about his right ankle and his face full of suppressed eagerness, he felt in each pocket of his waistcoat, and produced first a knife, then a tape measure, a pincushion, a bunch of keys, and last a large, worn copper cent. It was smooth with age, but its almost obliterated date still showed that it had been struck the year of Mr. Denner's birth.
He had been pushed down by Johnnie, and was rather in a fretful mood; and Susan had left all her happy play to bring him in to rest and comfort him, coming to the school-room because Nurse Freeman was out. Before Elizabeth had time to hide away her doings, George had seen the bright pincushion, and was holding out his hands for it. Bessie hastily pocketed it.
A pincushion all over lace and pin ribbons, or something like that." "That will be lovely," said Laura. "I shall embroider her a tablecloth." "You'll never finish it," said Patty, who well knew how soon Laura's bursts of enthusiasm spent themselves. "You'd better decide on a doily. Better a doily done than a tablecloth but begun." "Oh, I'll tell you-what we can do, girls," said Polly Stevens.
"Now, if Uncle Roger has swallowed any needles, maybe it would make it all right if he swallowed a pincushion." We all laughed. But Felicity soon grew sober. "It seems awful to think of eating a sawdust pudding. How on earth did you make such a mistake?" "It looked just like cornmeal," said the Story Girl, going from white to red in her shame.
In another minute or so we were in the hall, and here I met with my first disappointment. "To begin with, I had seen the hall unfurnished, and had not imagined it otherwise. I had pictured Mrs. Moss in her beauty and rose brocade, the sole ornament of its cold emptiness. Moss. I had thought of myself as rushing up the stairs to meet her, and laying the pincushion at her green satin feet.
"Cecily, do you know where mother put the sawdust she emptied out of that old beaded pincushion of Grandmother King's, after she had sifted the needles out of it? I thought it was in the tin box." "So it is," said Cecily. "It isn't. There isn't a speck of sawdust in that box." The Story Girl's face wore a quite indescribable expression, compound of horror and shame. She need not have confessed.
I often heard the Protestant Bible spoken of in bitter terms, as a most dangerous book, and one which never ought to be in the hands of common people. Manufacture of Bread and Wax Candles carried on in the Convent Superstitions Scapularies Virgin Mary's pincushion Her House The Bishop's power over fire My Instructions to Novices Jane Ray Vacillation of feelings.
"Babe sent you a pincushion she made in school. I think she made beautiful, neat stitches in that C," went on the Little Woman in a placid, gossipy tone invented especially for domestic conversation. "And oh, yes! There's a new laundryman on our route, and he PERSISTS in running across the lawn and dumping the laundry in the front hall, though I've told him and TOLD him to deliver it at the back.
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