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It was still bitterly cold. Yesterday's storm had left the ground covered with a dusting of snow, light as feathers. After Frank and Jake finished their chores, Jake came in and took the rifle off the wall. He flashed a smile at Emily and Holly and dashed back outdoors. It was a miracle the boy could see beneath the brim of his father's hat. Jake could use a stocking cap. So could Frank, for that matter.
Holly went to her green velvet bag with the bone handle. She gathered a couple skeins of wool and two circular needles. "Emily, would you like a lesson in how to knit?"
Emily came right over and together they sat upon the sofa near the stove. Holly divided her supplies and then began, "The first thing you'll need to know is how to cast on your stitches." Holly's fingers were nimble a
