It was from a friend who remembered Nonie from early gradeschool (we only lived in that town until Nonie was half-way through 3rd grade, and I would guess this must've happened in either K or 1st).
The little girl was upset, because she'd spilled ice cream on her dress.
Nonie ran home, grabbed one of her own dresses, and brought it back for her friend to wear.
How sweet is that? And how typical.