Bring your sewin' over some afternoon." "Well, mebbe I will.

I don't go out a great deal, you know." The two women grimaced to each other in a friendly fashion, then Amanda shut her door, and Mrs.Babcock pattered softly and heavily across the little entry, and opened Mrs.Field's door.

She pressed the old brass latch with a slight show of ceremonious hesitancy, but she never thought of knocking.

There was no one in the room, which had a clean and sparse air.

The chairs all stood back against the walls, and left in the centre a wide extent of faded carpet, full of shadowy gray scrolls.
Mrs.Babcock stood for a moment staring in and listening.
There was a faint sound of a voice seemingly from a room beyond.