then to fold it and shake it with her. Then she would get a clean flourbag and put it into it, then put it into another bag and take it home to the person whom it belongs. If the journey was long she would get her neighbours donkey and car. She would get her money and maybe get a good present with it, such as a few bags of turf or a bag of potatoes or a fine piece of Bacon. There is no quilting woman since she died about fourteen or fifteen years ago, because it is all machine sewing now.