I brought back the red wastebasket and set it near my chair and told them to leave it there. We had no other at the end of our room. There were men and women in the circle. ...We searched in the pile of clothing and I pulled out a dress. This must be the one the woman was hunting. Feeling in the pockets, I found a rag doll. Yes indeed, this must be her dress. Here is her baby's toy. Then I told the woman, "I don't see Dean Wist. It is 9:20. Can you be ready by a quarter of?" She was sorting a pile of clothes.