"That will never work."

Margaret looked up at her younger brother, Nathan, and stuck her tongue out at him. "Says you. And what do you know, what with all your years of experience?"

"Pa says it won't work. And you've wasted your time. Time you could have been doing something more useful."

Nathan was only six. And kind of a pain in the rear. Margaret sighed. "I worked for the blacksmith's wife for a fortnight to earn these. It's mine and I'll do what I want with it." She kept pushing the tiny pins through . . .

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