Anne, looking down through a mist of tears, at her old playfellow, thought she saw the face God had meant Ruby to have, and remembered it so always.
Mrs.Gillis called Anne aside into a vacant room before the funeral procession left the house, and gave her a small packet.
"I want you to have this," she sobbed.

"Ruby would have liked you to have it.

It's the embroidered centerpiece she was working at.

It isn't quite finished--the needle is sticking in it just where her poor little fingers put it the last time she laid it down, the afternoon before she died." "There's always a piece of unfinished work left," said Mrs.Lynde, with tears in her eyes.

"But I suppose there's always some one to finish it." "How difficult it is to realize that one we have always known can really be dead," said Anne, as she and Diana walked home.