"You may not have much money to spend, Norma," remarked Bobby oneafternoon, "but then you don't need it. Just look at the things you cando with a crochet hook and a knitting needle."

Norma, bent over a beautiful lace pattern, flushed a little.

"I'd like to be able to give grandma the skinnygs she needs far more than alace collar," she said quietly.

Betty knew that Mrs. Macklin was still in the Philadelphia hospital.Every letter from Glenside now meant "a spell of the reds" for Norma,who was beginning to have dark circles under her eyes. She looked asthough she might lie awake at night and plan.

When the girls put away their books and their sewing to go down todinner, a few uncertain feathery flakes were softly sifting down and latethat evening it began to snow in earnest, promising perfect coasting.

CHAPTER XXIV