Then Bess, who sat at one end of the line, looked up, and said
in her own sweet little way:
"We're learning to knit, you see, because
We wish to be nice grandmammas;
You would not care, I'm sure, a bit
For a grandmamma who couldn't knit."
Dora, who came next, continued:
"How daintily warm, how soft and sweet,
The tiny socks for baby's feet.
Nothing you'll find in all the land
Fashioned like these by grandma's hand."
Here Elsie took it up:
"All the older children too can tell
How grandma's stockings wear so well,
And how she makes, with greatest pains,
Comforters, afghans, balls, and reins."
Louise had just made a discovery that surprised her, and with shining
eyes she recited:
"There's nothing so good, the children know,
As grandmamma's stories of long ago.
Empty-handed she could not tell
All the dear old stories half so well."
Constance sat at the end of the row, and looking at the others she
said:
"When she was a girl like you and me,
'Twas then she learned to knit, you see.
So like her now we must begin
Carefully putting the stitches in."
Then together they recited:
"Our shining needles we gayly ply,
Getting ready for by and by.
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