Dick, I would like you to carry around the thimbles.

Jake, here are the needles and the spools and the scissors.

If I may be permitted, ladies, I would suggest that we should all begin with the button-holes." Nothing but the thought of the recompense in the coming supper could have sustained Mrs.Upjohn's doomed guests in the prospect before them.
Extracts from Baroness Bunsen, and buttonholes in canton-flannel charity nightgowns, and a hot July afternoon, made a sum of misery that was almost too great a tax upon even Joppian amiability.
"I say it's a shame!" cried Bell Masters, in unconcealed wrath.

"The idea of springing such a trap on us! Let Mrs.Upjohn's parish sew for its own poor, _I_ won't crease my fresh dress holding that great, thick lump on my lap all the afternoon.

I'm not going to be swindled into helping in this fashion." "Oh, yes you are," said Mr.Halloway, bubbling over with suppressed merriment at the intense fun of it all.