
mocha, lapis, tangerine, conker
saffron, seaweed, flint, cinnamon
clay, camel, lemon, spruce
mint, dark fawn, sapphire, brick
donkey, fawn
"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