“You don’t hold the shears right, miss—I knew you wouldn’t know the way—hold like this.” He relinquished the winch, and inclosing her two hands completely in his own (taking each as we sometimes slap a child’s hand in teaching him to write), grasped the shears with her. “Incline the edge so,” he said. Hands and shears were inclined to suit the words, and held thus for a peculiarly long time by the instructor as he spoke.
