Lois sat beside the window, her hands folded meekly in her lap; her mother and Mrs.
Maxwell knitted.
"Don't you do any fancy-work, Lois ?" asked Mrs.Maxwell.
"No, she don't do much," replied her mother for her.
"Don't she?
I'd like to know! Now Flora, she does considerable.

She's makin' a real handsome tidy now.

She'll show you how, Lois, if you'd like to make one.

It's real easy an' it don't cost a great deal--but then cost ain't much object to you." Mrs.Maxwell laughed an unpleasant snigger.

Then she resumed: "Some tidies would look real handsome on some of them great bare chairs over to your house; there ain't one there so far as I know.