Joan had met her once or twice since then.

She was still in the chorus.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes.
"I have been expecting every morning to find her gone," said the girl.

"I think she only waited to finish this." She gently unfolded the fine lawn robe, and they saw the delicate insertion and the wonderful, embroidery.
"I asked her once," said the girl, "why she wasted so much work on them.
They were mostly only for poor people.

'One never knows, dearie,' she answered, with that childish smile of hers.