I can knit very well." It was a warm jacket for the little boy, who needed it.

Mrs.
Lawrence's coldness melted a little.
"Thank you," she said, "there is not much to be done on it now." With that oblique persuasion, Anita took up the jacket, and her quick fingers made the needles fly.

Her glance was keen, and although apparently concentrated on her work, she saw the strange mixture of plainness and luxury in the little room.

The floor was covered with a fine rug, and a little glass cupboard shone with cut glass and silver.
The two women talked a little together but Mrs.Lawrence showed her weariness by falling off to sleep in the chair.

The little boy went quietly out, and Anita sat knitting steadily in the silent room.