As yet she did not know that it was not better to sit at her father's board end than at either end of the highest form at Shagarack.

She knitted, socks and stockings, all the day long, when her mother did not want her; but into them she dropped so many tears that the wool was sometimes wet with them; and as Karen said, half mournfully and half to hide her mourning, "they wouldn't want shrinking." Winthrop came in one day and found her crying in the chimney corner, and taking the half-knit stocking from her hand he felt her tears in it.
"My little Winnie! -- " he said, in that voice with which he sometimes spoke his whole heart.
Winifred sprang to his neck and closing her arms there, wept as if she would weep her life away.

And Rufus who had followed Winthrop in, stood beside them, tear after tear falling quietly on the hearth.

Winthrop's tears nobody knew but Winifred, and even in the bitterness of her distress she felt and tasted them all.
The November days seemed to grow short and drear with deeper shadows than common, as the last were to see the boys go off for Shagarack.

The fingers that knitted grew more tremulous, and the eyes that wrought early and late were dim with more than weariness; but neither fingers nor eyes gave themselves any holiday.