Minot would be thankful
enough for this addition to his house."
"Oh! I am the one to be thankful," said Clara, "he was so kind as to
build it for me."
"Oh! he built it, hey; with his own money, did he?"
"Certainly, he never would use any other person's. Cousin Minot in a
very nice man."
"Is he your cousin?" said Jane in astonishment.
"Why, of course he is. Did you not know of it?"
"Never heard of it before."
"What are you knitting?" said Clara.
"Stockings," was the monosyllabled reply.
"Did you ever knit silk?"
"Shouldn't think I did. I ain't grand enough to afford that."
"You could, though, I know," said Clara.
"Why, I dunno,--praps so." Jane North was foiled, and she succumbed as
gracefully as she could, although awkwardly enough; but Clara went on:
"I have some beautiful silk thread, I have had it for years. My
grandfather's people, over in France, were silk weavers. It is through
my mother that I am related to Mr. Minot; my father's people were
French," she said, noticing an incredulous look in the eyes of Jane. "I
have a lot of silk in thread and floss: I'll get the box and show it to
you," and she did.
My own curiosity led me into the room--I had stood back of the door all
this time--and the silk was beautiful; rich dark shades and fancy colors
mingled, and a quantity of it too. Although kept so long, it was strong,
having been of such fine material.
"Sakes alive! I should be scar't to death to own all that," said Jane.
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