Faces in the Water - Pg 230

   Her sewing was the neatest I have seen, like that of the legendary small people who climb at night into the flowers and embroider the petals or sit on stalks of grass knitting dewdrops, or the evil folk who creep in people's eyes and draw the curtains and furtively stitch tapestries with poisoned needle and thread or have their workroom in people's ears, tatting back and forth with their shuttle full of decibels.