And Bertrand read the poem through, while Mary let her knitting fall in her lap and listened.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Presently he was seated upon the couch in the little, pathetically bright front room, and he was knitting his eyebrows over Val's beautifully regular handwriting,-pages and pages of it, so that there seemed no end to the task,-and was trying to give his mind to what he was reading instead of to the author, sitting near him with her hands folded demurely in her lap and her eyes fixed expectantly upon his face, trying to read his decision even as it was forming.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
"It is all very singular," said the doctor, knitting his brows.
"The Hilltop Boys on Lost Island"
Cyril Burleigh