He could not possibly imagine its use or value. Then Andy laughed outright. The other knot undone revealed a small rabbit's foot. "Not much of a find," he ruminated. "Queer kind of plunder, though. Wonder who owns it, and what that fandangle thing is?" Andy pocketed the find and was about to move away from the spot, when the flap of the performers' tent moved apart.

In reply Aggie lifted the tissue paper and shook out, with hands that trembled with indignation, a lace-and-linen centerpiece. She held it up before me and we eyed each other over it. Both of us understood. "Tish is changed, Lizzie," Aggie said hollowly. "Ask her for bread these days and she gives you a Cluny-lace fandangle.