Now she could not sew.

She could knit, and that was all, besides her housework, that she could do.
This morning, while dusting a little triangular what-not that stood in a corner of her sitting-room, she came across a small box that held some old photographs.

The box was made of a kind of stucco-work--shells held in place by a bed of putty.

Amanda Pratt had made it and given it to her.

Mrs.Field took up this box and dusted it carefully; then she opened it, and took out the photographs one by one.
After a while she stopped; she did not take out any more, but she looked intently at one; then she replaced all but that one, got painfully up from the low foot-stool where she had been sitting, and went out of her room across the entry to Amanda's, with the photograph in her hand.
Amanda sat at her usual window, sewing on her rug.