"No good _me_ tryin’ to sew in this weather," she said.  "The jolly old needle simply sticks in the stuff, like as if you’d rubbed glue on it. It’s a marvel to me how you manage it, Missus.  Never mind; I’ll go on makin’ the cage for that parrot we’re goin’ to catch for Garth some day. I won’t make much mess, an’ I’ll sweep it up."  She busied herself with tools deftly, while Garth watched and tried to help.