Being Needled

Lynda hurried upstairs in an intent but deliberate manner. She just had to find her needlepoint. She had it yesterday, but this morning it was nowhere to be found. The ladies from the Society would be over soon. Whatever would she work on? She was excited to share the progress of her needlepoint with the other young ladies.

Lynda checked under her pillow, but the needlepoint was not to be found.

“Lemonade?” asked the maid.

“Not right now, Amelia. I’m trying to find my needlepoint. Have you seen it?” asked Lynda.

“I have not,” said Amelia as she put the pitcher back in the refrigerator. “All of the goodies are set for your tea.”

“Thank you, Amelia.” Lynda scurried upstairs to have one more look. But it was to no avail. The needlepoint could not be found. Just then, the doorbell rang. She heard a group of voices in the hall. Lynda went downstairs with a sad face to greet her guests.

After she welcomed each of the young ladies, she brought them to the sitting room, and Amelia went to get the tea and cookies.

“Whatever is the matter, Lynda?” asked Corrine. “You look as though you have lost your favorite pet.”

At that very moment, Lynda sat on the couch. She felt a prick in her leg. She almost let out a cry in pain but giggled instead.

“Oh, nothing, Corrine. I thought I had lost something, but it has been found,” smiled Lynda.