ing by an open   tell you e dresses and  of nonsense like t. And all of a sudden I looked do I’d turned t , a  and t loud. It didn’t matter. Easy enougo undo it and put it right.

    I’d already dra ’s up , all of a e, and topped dead te s’s  a trouble for  for me. S s even say my name. S s.

    t.  er some grouse.  ougo ook frig to tile first and oo y.  caugile. aken ime. steps coming after t t need to spell it out, do I? You can guess w happened.

    I undid my knitting. All ttle knots t you make one after moto knit a sock, I undid t’s easy. take t, a little tug and t fall apart. One after anotra  kept going. t, t  to unravel, only a pile of crinkled blue wool in my lap.

    It doesn’t take long to knit a sock and it takes a lot less to undo it.

    I expect I o a ball to make somet I don’t remember t.

    time I turned a o get old. Kitty and me ting by toget ting so mucter, I t. Saking an interest in t  ting—a nice pair of bed socks it ty, softest lambs’ o go   it, turned t wice.”

    I . “ell, I’m blowed,” I said.

    S ting, s be surprised. Surning ting to turn at all. More tted a sock for  a leg and a toe. e laug s me, s  like me to be so absentminded.

    ‘ell,“ I said, ”I ake before. Only t I’ve just told you. All about my young man. And arted to put it rigakes a bit of concentration, and t  s alking about my loss all t by comparison.

    It oo dark to finisoe properly, so I put it aside and looked up. “Kitty?” I said. “Kitty?” t t be asl