She slowly wound up her ball of yarn and thrust the needles through it, and dropped it into her mother's workbasket before she replied; then, taking up her candle, she looked shyly in her father's eyes.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
There really seemed to be everything on that table that the hearts of children could desire-three pairs of skates, a fur cap and collar, a dainty workbasket, half a dozen gleaming new books, a writing desk, a roll of stuff that looked like a new dress, a pair of fur-topped kid gloves just Mollie's size, and a china cup and saucer.
"Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1902 to 1903"
Lucy Maud Montgomery
"I have a letter somewhere," looking in the machine drawer and finding the letter in the bottom of the workbasket.
"The Awakening and Selected Short Stories"
Kate Chopin