Chapter 1
_ Chapter I
They had had a quilting at the house of the two sisters that day. Six or seven women of the neighborhood, of middle age or older, had been in to sew on the glaring, varicolored square. All day long they had thrust their needles up and down and gossiped in their slow, insinuating way, pausing only at noon to move their chairs to the dinner-table, where they sat with the same set curves to their backs.
The sun had gone down behind the mountain and the workers had departed, some traversing the fields and others disappearing by invisible paths in the near-by wood. The two sisters had taken the finished quilt from its wooden frame, and were carefully ironing out the wrinkles preparatory to adding it to the useless stack of its kind in the corner of the room.
"I believe, as I‘m alive, that it‘s the purtiest one yet," remarked Mrs. Slogan. "Leastwise, I hain‘t seed narry one to beat it. Folks talks mightily about Mis‘ Lithicum‘s last one, but I never did

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