"Aren’t you just a dear old stupid!" Aileen said softly.  "We’re all working-hands, and we wear old clothes at our work because any other things would be silly.  But you haven’t been just a working-hand to us: you’ve been more like a godsend.  You put heart into me, when I hadn’t any.  I didn’t love making those things because you had helped us, but because you’re my friend."