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Helen and Polly were seated together in the pleasant morning-room. Helen occupied her mother's chair, her feet were on a high footstool, and by her side, on a small round table, stood a large basket filled with a heterogeneous collection of odd socks and stockings, odd gloves, pieces of lace and embroidery, some wool, a number of knitting needles, in short, a confused medley of useful but run-to-seed-looking articles which the young housekeeper was endeavoring to reduce out of chaos into order.
"Oh, Polly, how you have tangled up all this wool; and where's the fellow of this gray glove? And -- Polly, Polly -- here's the handkerchief you had such a search for last week. Now, how often do you intend me to put this basket in order for you?"