Days flew by, and the weather had already chilled considerably. Humidity was evident in the air, and it could be experienced in the day time too. But the nights were calm and pleasantly cold. The nights started to feel longer as the sun set down behind the mighty mountains earlier than normal.
The talk of the celebration was not any more the main topic of discussion. But one could hear the occasional mention of it at public places.
Ruth was in her room. It had been many days that she cleaned her small room. There was not much work for her to do as she had not got any orders of sewing dresses from Mr Cooper. The man had a well-known tailoring shop in the Western part. Whenever he had a load of work, he hired Ruth as she was a skilled seamstress. People said that she had magic in her hands.
Her room was in a mess of different coloured pieces of clothes scattered on the floor. Her sewing tools like needles, reels of threads, etc. were out of the box in which she kept them.
