This, as well as the hemstitched table cloth and napkins she had completed for Nora, was a labor of love.

Now as she bent painstakingly over her work, she smiled to herself and wove a tender thread of loyalty and love into the pattern.
A long clear trill caused her to raise her head quickly and spring to her feet with, "Here they are, at last!" She ran to meet them.
Three girls, or rather three young women, came loitering through the gate and up the walk, laughing gayly at something the girl in the center was relating for their benefit.

"Now what has Hippy done ?" guessed Grace shrewdly.
"You might know it was something about him," said Jessica Bright.

"This time it was a case of what was done to him.

Tell the lady all over again, Nora." "It certainly was funny," dimpled Nora.