“Hiliary’s, you know.”
“Oh, yes! The one with the blue-fringed ruffles,” the blind one would answer.
“Mildred’s little patchwork quilt.”
“She was three, then.”
“Yes. She sat in the little rocker to sew.”
“Yes—it had blue pinks painted on the back.”
“She used to say that she couldn’t sew except in the little rocker.”
They would both laugh at that.
“And she would rock furiously!”
“Yes, and sew that way! Feel these savage stitches!”