Doctor Darner looked very carefully at the torn stocking Margaret held in her hand.
“Two strands of black darning cotton, please,” he said.
Running around the hole
Margaret got some out of the work-basket and cut off a length. She squeezed the thread the same way as she had the wool for Crewel so the loop would slip easily in Doctor Darner’s eye. Then she put her fingers on him and he began to sing:
“Hold the stocking stretched on your hand,
While at the edge of the hole I stand.
’Round it now we’ll take a run
To keep it from stretching before the work’s done.
Up and down, across the hole we go;