I do every year.

Some folks don't, but I can't stand it.

I'm afraid of moths, too.

I s'pose you've got your cleanin' all done ?" "Yes, I've got it about done." "Well, I shouldn't think you could do so much, Mis' Field, with your hands." Mrs.Field's hands lay in her lap, yellow and heavily corrugated, the finger-joints in great knots, which looked as if they had been tied in the bone.

Mrs.Babcock eyed them pitilessly.
"How are they now ?" she inquired.