"Tell me."
She shook her head. "You must find out."
Mrs. Morton's voice penetrated this happy murmur.
"You crotchet, Theresa?"
Morton had to shake the hand he held. "Theresa, Mother asks you if you crotchet."
"Oh! No, I don't. That's very pretty."
"It is for you."
"Is it?"
"Yes, a tray cloth."
"Thank you. How clever of you!"