I've been alone all day. John went to the city this morning. I
thought of coming over to your house this afternoon, but I couldn't
bring my sewing very well. I am putting the ruffles on my new
black dress skirt."
"Well, I didn't have a thing on hand except my crochet work,"
responded Mrs. Meserve, "and I thought I'd just run over a few
minutes."
"I'm real glad you did," repeated Mrs. Emerson. "Take your things
right off. Here, I'll put them on my bed in the bedroom. Take the
rocking-chair."
Mrs. Meserve settled herself in the parlour rocking-chair, while
Mrs. Emerson carried her shawl and hat into the little adjoining
bedroom. When she returned Mrs. Meserve was rocking peacefully and
was already at work hooking blue wool in and out.
"That's real pretty," said Mrs. Emerson.
"Yes, I think it's pretty," replied Mrs. Meserve.
"I suppose it's for the church fair?"
"Yes. I don't suppose it'll bring enough to pay for the worsted,
let alone the work, but I suppose I've got to make something."
"How much did that one you made for the fair last year bring?"
"Twenty-five cents."
"It's wicked, ain't it?"
"I rather guess it is.
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