Ann sang, "Loop, loop, loop," a melodious refrain! She whistled, and smiled, and called each by name: "Now, Phyllis! Now, Lavadna! I'll not forget Sheri! On Angela! On Rhonda! Your rugs look so merry!" To the top of the hook! To the top of the awl! Now hook away! Hook away! Hook away, all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, Pieces of fabrics looped in and out, through and through, by and by; Each planned their designs, mighty and true; Primitive and simple, beauti