ide, very carefully, with a brush which she
made from the end of a quill. Then she would put the back edge of the
book down upon this cover, and lay it over, first on one side, and then
on the other, and pat it down well with a towel; and that would make the
cover stick to the outside leaves of the book, and cover up and hide the
great stitches in the back, by which the leaves had been sewed together.
Then she would take the book before her, and begin at the beginning.
First, she would lay down the cover and put upon it a piece of tin, made
to fill papers with, to keep it down smooth. Then she would lay the next
leaf down upon the tin. The leaf was to have the title-page upon it, and
so there were to be no pictures pasted to it. She would, therefore, lay
this down upon the tin, and then, with one of her large paint brushes,
dipped in the water, she would wet it all over, patting it afterwards
with a towel, to take up all the superfluous water. Then she would take
up the tin, and put the title-leaf down upon the cover, and put the tin
over it to keep it down smooth. The next leaf would be for pictures,
and, after pasting pictures upon it, on both sides, she would lay it
down upon the tin, and with her brush she would wet all those parts
which had not been pasted. Then patting it with a dry towel, or soft
cloth, to dry it as much as possible, she would put it under the tin. In
this way she would go on regularly, through the book, pasting pictures
upon all the pages, and wetting with her brush all those parts of the
paper which had not been wet by the paste, and putting the tin over the
leaves as fast as she finished them, to keep them all smooth. Then, when
she had got through, she would put the whole away between two boards, to
dry; the weight of the paper board being sufficient to keep the leaves
all smooth. The next morning when she came to look at her book, she
generally found it nearly dry; and then she would put some heavy weight
upon the upper board, to press it harder. When it was perfectly dry, she
took out the book, and pared off the edges, all around, with a sharp
knife and a rule. Then she would get her paint-box, and colour all the
pictures beautifully, and make borders about them, in bright colours,
and print a handsome title-page with her pen, and write the name of the
boy in it whom she meant to give it to.

So Caleb, when he came and told Mary Anna, what a good boy he had been,
meant to have her make such