Isabella is still waiting for the stars to align so that she can make the trip to Estes Park. It looks like it will happen the next day.*
She is staying with the Chalmers family and trying to make herself agreeable. It doesn’t go well. She offers to help with the washing up — but Mrs C, with a look which conveyed more than words, a curl of her nose, and a sneer in her twang, said ‘guess you’ll make more work nor you’ll do. Those hands of yours’ (very coarse and brown they were) ‘ain’t no good; never done nothing, I guess.’” This is, Isabella notes, the only time she’s seen Mrs C almost laugh.
Isabella has risen in their estimation, if only a little, by improvising an oil lamp with some kitchen fat and a scrap of fabric. So there’s that.
“Another advance was made by means of the shell-pattern quilt** I am knitting for you. There has been a tendency towards approving of it, and a few days since the girl snatched it out of my hand, saying, ‘I want this,’ and apparently took it to the camp. This has resulted in my having a knitting class, with the woman, her married daughter, and a woman from the camp, as pupils.”
Which just goes to show the power that knitting holds.
She impressed the men in camp by catching and saddling a horse. Would that these were the only two skills one needed in life to win friends and influence people.
* spoiler alert: it doesn’t.
** I know what you’re thinking. I’m pretty sure she’s using “quilt” to describe size, not sewing.