“All little girls like pincushions,” pursued Miss Cuff. “When I was little, I had quite a collection of them.” She paused; she was getting very slight encouragement. Greta, who had just discarded a collection of bomb fragments (some with dates on them), was perhaps to be pardoned for a lack of ebullience.”
The Foolish Gentlewoman, Margery Sharp
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