Mrs Evans pulled Mrs Jones out of earshot of the front room, where Mrs Jones' lovely young daughter, Mefanwe, sat.
"It is really none of my business," whispered Mrs Evans, "but have you noticed what your daughter is doing?"
"Why, no. Is she up to anything special?"
Mrs Evans leaned closer. "Haven't you noticed? She's started knitting tiny garments."
Mrs Jones' troubled brow cleared. "Well, thank goodness," she said smiling, "at last she's taken an interest in something besides running around with boys."
