Ralph Henry Barbour,
The House in the Hedge — Chapter 7
(1911)
“ It's not a book, is it? I can't make it out. Those darn—those miserable curtains are dreadfully in the way. It's like looking through a fog.”“It's a piece of linen.” I held it up. “It's going to be a card-case when it's finished. I'm working it with forget-me-nots. Can you see?”“Yes. Who is it for?”“I don't know yet,” I laughed. “Would you like it?”“Immensely. I like the sentiment expressed in the flowers. May I have it?”“Perhaps, if you're very good and get well. I never heard, though, of a man using an embroidered linen card-case.” ”
