“Yes, Miss Tiny,” said Miss Prettyman.
Just at that moment Mr. Storem returned.
“Is there anything else, Miss Tiny?”
“Oh, I don’t like to trouble you, sir,” began Tiny.
“Tut! Tut! Don’t mention it, little one,” said he. “The gentleman who just called me told me you are the little girl who warned the people about the fire, and saved the baby’s life. It is an honor to do anything to help you.”
Tiny blushed. “Thank you. Well, if it isn’t too much trouble, please show me where I can get some beads to make a necklace for Mrs. Bountiful.”
“Certainly, certainly,” said Mr. Storem. “Right this way.”
Tiny selected some beautiful beads, and Mr. Storem helped her again in getting the money from her bank.
“Mrs. Bountiful will love the necklace if I make it,” she said. “She told me it is the kindness and the thought more than the costliness of a gift that counts. My own mother always——”
“Your own mother!” exclaimed Mr. Storem. “Your own! Isn’t Mrs. Bountiful your mother?”