'Why, Anne,' said Elizabeth, presently after, 'you are doing that old
wreath over again, that you were about last year, when I was at
Merton Hall.'
'Yes,' said Anne; 'it is a pattern which I like very much.'
'Do you like working the same thing over again?' said Katherine; 'I
always get tired of it.'
'I like it very much,' said Anne; 'going over the same stitches puts
me in mind of things that were going on when I was working them
before.--Now, Lizzie, the edge of that poppy seems to have written in
it all that delightful talk we had together, at home, about growing
up, that day when Papa and Mamma dined out, and we had it all to
ourselves. And the iris has the whole of Don Quixote folded up in
it, because Papa was reading it to us, when I was at work upon it.'
'There certainly seems to be a use and pleasure in never sitting down
three minutes without that carpet-work, which I should never have
suspected,' said Elizabeth.
'Anne thinks as I do,' said Mrs. Woodbourne; 'I find carpet-work
quite a companion to me, but I cannot persuade Lizzie to take any
pleasure in it.
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