“We were wondering—” Connie became a trifle ill at ease, then went quickly on, “—you see, our Brownie Troop is planning a quilt show. Miss Gordon—she’s our leader—asked each Brownie to get as many quilts as possible to display. So we thought—”
“We thought you might be willing to let us have your quilt—just for the show, that is,” Veve cut in quickly. “We will have to have your answer right away.”
“Right away?” the lady repeated. “Dear me, you have taken me so by surprise. I suppose you might have the quilt if I were certain it would be returned in good condition.”
“Oh, thank you,” Connie said gratefully. “We can’t take the quilt now, but we’ll come back later for it.”
“Dear me, you are in a hurry,” observed the lady. “You haven’t even told me your names or the troop to which you belong.”
Connie supplied the information, all the while keeping her eye on the bus stop. It seemed to her that twenty minutes must be nearly up.
“My name is Mrs. Grayson,” said the nice lady. “I have several other quilts, though none quite as nice as the ‘Sawtooth.’ But I do have something you should see!”
“What is that?” asked Veve.
“An old woven coverlet. It is blue and white and shows the face of George Washington.”