She leaned over to peer at the picture, and smiled quietly, but no less happy for the lack of great enthusiasm. "Yes," she nods. "I know Mr. Gold. He lets me watch him with his spinning wheel."

She found the device fascinating, especially given the ease with which the man used it, sending all those parts moving like a tiny universe of whirling bits and bobs she couldn't in the least figure out. "I like him, and I bet he'd be happy to see you."