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Ann Lizy had not as much ambition as her grandmother , now she was engaged upon her second quilt , and it looked to her like a checked and besprigged calico mountain . She kept dwelling upon those four squares , over and over , until she felt as if each side were as long as the Green Mountains . She calculated again and again how little time she would have to play with Jane -- only about an hour , for she must allow a half-hour for tea . She was not a swift sewer when she sewed fine and even stitches , and she knew she could not finish those squares before four o'clock . One hour ! -- and she and Jane wanted to play dolls , and make wreaths out of oak-leaves , and go down in the lane after thimbleberries , and in the garden for gooseberries -- there would be no time for anything ! Ann Lizy 's delicate little face under the straw flat grew more and more sulky and distressed , her forehead wrinkled , and her mouth pouted .