After a while, Connie arose and sauntered a short distance down the walk. She tried stepping over each crack. It seemed to make the time pass faster. The little girl had counted twelve cracks when she paused near a large white house. Something in the back yard drew and held her attention.
“Look, Veve!” she exclaimed.
On a clothes line hung a freshly washed green and white patterned quilt.
“Oh, isn’t it a dream!” she exclaimed.
“It’s as nice as any of those pictures Miss Gordon showed us,” Veve agreed, joining her friend.
“Wouldn’t it look beautiful in that show we’re going to have?”
“Grand, Connie. Let’s ask if we may have it!”
“Oh, no, Veve.”
“Why not?”
“We don’t know who owns it for one thing.”