"Why not? It's of no possible use to us, and it will be a nine-months' wonder in that little household."
Alice folded the note up and stretched her white-gloved hand toward the boy. "Take this home to your mother."
"Thank you. I can make little baskets," he added shyly.
"Can you?" echoed Alice, pleased. "Would you make one for me?"
"I will bring one up to your house if you want me to."
"That would be too far! And you don't know where I live."
The boy looked at the green and black car as if he could not be mistaken. "Up at The Towers, ma'am."
Brice, who took more than a mild interest in the situation, grinned inwardly.
Kimberly and Alice laughed together. "Very well; bring it to The Towers," directed Kimberly, "I'll see that she gets it."
"Yes, sir."