After tea, Paulina’s quick needle and pretty golden thimble were busily plied by the lamp-light, but her tongue rested, and her eyes seemed reluctant to raise often their lids so smooth and so full-fringed. Graham, too, must have been tired with his day’s work. He listened dutifully to his elders and betters, said very little himself, and followed with his eye the gilded glance of Paulina’s thimble, as if it had been some bright moth on the wing, or the golden head of some darting little yellow serpent.