Mrs. Smith pulled Mrs. Jones out of earshot of the porch, where Mrs. Jones’ lovely young daughter, Linda, sat. „It is really none of my business,” whispered Mrs. Smith, „but have you noticed what your daughter is doing?”

„Why, no. Is she up to anything special?”

Mrs. Smith leaned closer. „Haven’t you noticed? She has started knitting tiny garments!”

Mrs. Jones’ troubled brow cleared. „Well, thank goodness,” she said smiling, „at last she has taken an interest in something besides running around with boys.”