Making Over Martha

Martha Slawson sat at her sewing-machine stitching away for dear life. About her billowed yards upon yards of white cotton cloth which in its uncut length shifted as she worked almost imperceptibly piling up a snowy drift in front of her drawn from the snowy drift behind. This gradual ebb and flow was all that marked any progress in her labor and her husband coming in after some hours of absence and finding her apparently precisely where he had left her was moved to ask what manner of garment she was making...