this moment to givegivethem a little sketch of the four sisters , who sat knittingknitaway in the twilight , while the December snowsnowfell quietly without , and the firefirecrackledcracklecheerfully within .
Here sat Marilla Cuthbert , when she sat at all , always slightly distrustful of sunshine , which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously ; and here she sat now , knittingknit, and the table behind her was laid for supper .