I liked carpet rags a little better, because I didn't have to be so particular about stitches, and I always picked out all the bright, pretty colours.
Mother said she could follow my work all over the floor by the bright spots.

Perhaps if I were not to be kept in the house I wouldn't have to sew any more.

That made me so happy I wondered if I couldn't stretch out my arms and wave them and fly.

I sat on the pulpit wishing I had feathers.

It made me pretty blue to have to stay on the ground all the time, when I wanted to be sailing up among the clouds with the turkey buzzards.