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od 120 “BAUGHING Boy spinning served his purpose, as the sharp tee scraped and tore across the design. She wonder=t § if he were trying to efface it. He stood up. ‘Now come here and look.” He put his arm ova her shoulder. ‘You have thought well. The giz ture is beautiful.’ The scraping had torn loose a long wool naz § almost a fur, fluffy and fine, that covered all the errors of the weaving. The sharp edges were le | but the lovely combination she had dreamed = | was there, soft and blurred, as though one saw = through tears. She could see how good her cc=- | ception had been, how true and sure. She hz: | made a beautiful thing. She looked and looked. § He loosened the pegs and turned up the v=} touched side. As he turned it, he jerked at the | corners, throwing the uncertain weave out «| shape. It looked like a child’s work. ‘I am not telling you a lot of things. I am jus letting you see something. I think you unde=- 3 stand it.’ ‘IT understand. You will be able to put my nex | blanket under your saddle, and be proud of iz Thank you.’ III After that there were long, flawless days whee | they were at home together, he at his forge, she = |