Calico sewing apron

She never wore it without her calico sewing apron over it unless she had a guest. She had barely folded the pink and white one with methodical haste and laid it in a table-drawer when the door opened and Joe Dagget entered. He seemed to fill up the whole room. A little yellow canary that had been asleep in his green cage at the south window woke up and fluttered wildly, beating his little yellow wings against the wires. He always did so when Joe Dagget came into the room. "Good-evening," said Louisa. She extended her hand with a kind of solemn cordiality. "Good-evening, Louisa," returned the man, in a loud voice.

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