

Here it is on Cissy.


"Susan," said Mrs. Miniver, "where did that knitting come from? I swear you didn't have any on you a minute ago. I believe you materialise bits of knitting out of thin air, the way conjurers do with lighted cigarettes." "No," said Susan, "they grow out of my finger-tips, like a thread out of a spider." From Mrs. Miniver by Jan Struther