Mrs. Hale [examining another block]. Mrs. Peters, look at this one. Here, this is the one she was working on, and look at the sewing! All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about!
[After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant Mrs. Hale has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.]
Mrs. Peters. Oh, what are you doing, Mrs. Hale?
Mrs. Hale [mildly]. Just pulling out a stitch or two that's not sewed very good. [Threading a needle.] Bad sewing always made me fidgety.
Mrs. Peters [nervously]. I don't think we ought to touch things.
Mrs. Hale. I'll just finish up this end. [Suddenly stopping and leaning forward.] Mrs. Peters?
Mrs. Peters. Yes, Mrs. Hale?
Mrs. Hale. What do you suppose she was so nervous about?
Mrs. Peters. Oh—I don't know. I don't know as she was nervous. I sometimes sew awful queer when I'm just tired. [Mrs. Hale starts to say something, looks at Mrs. Peters, then goes on sewing.] Well, I must get these things wrapped up. They may be through sooner than we think. [Putting apron and other things together.] I wonder where I can find a piece of paper, and string.
Mrs. Hale. In that cupboard, maybe.