"As the Guild grew, smaller groups formed, and each year one of those groups had the task of making the raffle quilt. The shelter's needs also grew, and somewhere along the line, all the groups started making quilts for the event. One is chosen to be the raffle quilt, and the rest are sold in a silent auction. Any unsold quilts are donated to the shelter for functional use."

"So, our quilt could end up in a dog cage if it's too ugly,” Harriet said.

"We would never turn in anything that was in danger of that happening,” Jenny protested.

"Having your quilt chosen for the raffle is a matter of group pride,” Aunt Beth explained.

"One this group takes very seriously,” Connie added. “We've won every year but one since I've been retired. How long has that been?” she asked Mavis.

"Long enough,” Mavis replied.

"Nothing in the rules says we can't submit more than one quilt,” Robin said. An attorney by trade, she always knew the rules. “Let's set these blocks aside and see if we can come up with an idea for them later. I say we pack it in for today and meet again tomorrow to brainstorm ideas for a new quilt."

"I'll go reserve the room,” Jenny said and got up from the table.

Harriet leaned back in her chair.

"I'd like to know how they ended up with our same design."

"Well, duh,” Lauren said. “Don't you think dog faces are an obvious choice for an animal shelter raffle?"

"I guess.” Harriet gathered her scissors, thread and pincushion and put them back in her tote bag. “I've got a quilt on the long-arm machine I have to finish. I'll see you all tomorrow."

Chapter 2

I don't suppose you have any ideas,” Harriet asked her fluffy gray cat Fred the next morning. Fred wove in and out of her ankles then meowed. “I know-you'd make it a cat quilt."

"Who are you talking to?” Aunt Beth asked as she came into Harriet's sunny yellow kitchen. “I see you've got that purple quilt off the machine."