It takes me a week every minute I can get
to make one. I wish those that bought such things for twenty-five
cents had to make them. Guess they'd sing another song. Well, I
suppose I oughtn't to complain as long as it is for the Lord, but
sometimes it does seem as if the Lord didn't get much out of it."
"Well, it's pretty work," said Mrs. Emerson, sitting down at the
opposite window and taking up her dress skirt.
"Yes, it is real pretty work. I just LOVE to crochet."
The two women rocked and sewed and crocheted in silence for two or
three minutes. They were both waiting. Mrs. Meserve waited for
the other's curiosity to develop in order that her news might have,
as it were, a befitting stage entrance. Mrs. Emerson waited for
the news. Finally she could wait no longer.
"Well, what's the news?" said she.
"Well, I don't know as there's anything very particular," hedged
the other woman, prolonging the situation.
"Yes, there is; you can't cheat me," replied Mrs. Emerson.
"Now, how do you know?"
"By the way you look."
Mrs. Meserve laughed consciously and rather vainly.
"Well, Simon says my face is so expressive I can't hide anything
more than five minutes no matter how hard I try," said she.
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