Mrs. Ramsay takes her stocking and measures it up against James’s leg as she, in a flash of inspiration, decides that William and Lily should marry.
James fidgets deliberately, jealous that the stocking is for the Lighthouse boy.
Mrs. Ramsay looks up, confused, and reflects on the room they are in, and then the whole house. It’s getting shabbier and shabbier every summer, she concludes.
She speaks sharply to her boy and he straightens up. The stocking is too short.
We get a couple of paragraphs about Mrs. Ramsay’s beauty – how she’s not aware of it, and how she has a certain personality that is inseparable from her beauty.
Mrs. Ramsay continues knitting the stocking, kisses her little boy, and suggests that they go cut out some pictures.