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or take my cot in the big room. Poor Tinney! I am afraid she has had to endure a great deal over the years because of me. 
The weaving sessions at night became more frequent and lasted longer. When I was not in classes in the museum, I worked at the loom. An idea had taken root:  A trip to Europe. I seem always to have been planning and working toward some future project and now it was a summer tour in Europe. I had been saving for it. I wondered if perhaps I could sell my weaving in stores in New York, to speed up the process. But what to weave? Well, women would always need blankets for the baby's buggy. Why not pram robes? Forthwith, I brought wool and satin ribbon for the bindings. Instead of the conventional pink and blue, I put together combinations of pale green and pink or yellow, trying a number of different designs. I wove three blankets. Now, I hoped, I had the weapons for the first foray into the world of trade. For all I knew, it might be the last.