The girls watch her, too, but not, as you do, with sleepy admiration.

Their emotion is amused contempt.
Nevertheless, your kitchen wall is gradually decorated with bunches of great gray balls.

When these have accumulated sufficiently, you take them to Mr.Quinn.A certain number of them become his property.

Out of the rest he will weave what you like--coarse yellow flannel, good for bawneens, and, when it is dyed crimson, for petticoats; or blankets--not fluffy like the blankets that are bought in shops, but warm to sleep under when the winter comes; or perhaps frieze, very thick and rough, the one fabric that will resist the winter rain.
This portion of his business Mr.Quinn finds to be decreasing year by year.

Fewer and fewer women care to card and spin the wool.