When they were corralled back in the workroom, they compared their choices. Sam had chosen tans, blues, and ecru. Tazz had picked violent reds, blues, and stark white. Elizabeth had chosen colors that looked awful together to Jane — oranges, greens, and reds. All 'in sort of muddy hues.

The teacher's last remarks were warnings. "Don't get nervous and stitch too tight. It willbuckle the canvas. Don't stint on imagination. Make strips, odd sizes of rectangles or triangles. I'm giving each of you a packet of gridded paper to experiment with. There are also markers if you want to outline your pattern on the canvas. Don't worry, it will disappear when the work is washed. Remember to mark the canvas on the threads, not on the valleys between them.

"Wash your hands well before each session of work," she went on. "All this is in the packet, along with the right size blunt needles, and leather thimbles if you need them. We'll meet again on Thursday at the same time and see how much progress everyone has made. Have fun. And it's not a contest. It's just for fun. Keep that in mind.

"And my final advice is the most important, even though I mentioned it fleetingly already. Just like in knitting, crocheting, and sewing, use a light hand. It will save your fingers and keep the work looking good. If you work too tight, it will hurt you and your project both."

When Jane and Shelley arrived at the theater early that evening, Jane was astonished at the size and faded grandeur of the building. She tried the door, which was locked. "Never mind. I have a key," Shelley said.

The large lobby, which had held up a little better than the outside, was truly grand. Elaborate

gold-foiled trim around the two-story-high ceiling. Red marble floors. The same marble for pillars.