The girls were all settling down to fancy work, the white-cuffed hands of the Martins were already jerking crochet needles, faces were bending over fine embroideries and Minna Blum had trundled a mounted lace-pillow into the brighter light.
Miriam went to the schoolroom and fetched from her work-basket the piece of canvas partly covered with red
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