probably comes from a group or organization of farmers on Long Island."
"I wonder why Teresa Moore never told us about it," said Mrs. Larry.
"Perhaps because she does not know about it," suggested Claire dryly.
The two women exchanged significant glances which were lost on Mr. Larry. His wife rose briskly.
"I think I'll ask her over the phone. We have no particular adventure in thrift planned just now. And it does sound so nice and fresh and inviting—'Home Hampers.'"
She returned from the telephone, wearing the expression commonly attributed to the cat that has just consumed a canary.
"Think—for the first time since we started these adventures in thrift, I have been able to give Teresa Moore a tip. I do feel that puffed up."
She seated herself on the arm of her husband's chair and laid the picture postal on the table.
"And I heard you ask in the most casual way: 'Teresa, do you think it would pay us to inves-
