“On second thought, I’m afraid you wouldn’t want it for your exhibit. You see, it’s a very old quilt—but not in the least fancy.”
“That doesn’t matter. Just so it’s a quilt. That’s all that counts.”
“Wait here,” the lady instructed. “I’ll show it to you.”
She disappeared into the house. A few minutes later, she was back again with the quilt.
Even though Veve had not expected an elegant coverlet, it was hard for her not to show her disappointment. The quilt was faded and never had been made of very pretty colors. In general appearance it resembled the Brownies’ crazy quilt. However, it was not half so pretty.
“You see, it isn’t much,” the lady apologized. “It was given to me years ago, by a lady now dead. But if you can use it, take it along. You needn’t bother to bring it back as I never use it any more.”
“You mean it’s mine to keep?”
“Yes, dear, if you think you can use it. I’m sorry I haven’t a nicer quilt to offer.”
“Oh, I can use this one,” Veve assured her. “Yes, indeed!”
The pleasant lady offered to wrap up the coverlet, but there was no time.