"You could copy it and make as many more as you liked.
They need a good many." "I am glad of that," said Robin.

"I should like to make a great many." The slim fingers slid over the page.

"I should like to make that one--and that--and that." Her face, bent over the picture, wore its touching _young_ look thrilled with something new.

"They are so _pretty_--they are so pretty," she murmured like a dove.
"They're the prettiest things in the world," Dowie said.

"There never was anything prettier." "It must be wonderful to make them and to know all the time you are putting in the tiny stitches, that they are for something little--and warm--and alive!" "Those that have done it never forget it," said Dowie.