Butterflies plagued Plante before a game, and shivers buzzled between his shoulder blades.

I write this on the kitchen table at the home of the kind Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Ebert, who sandwiched and coffee’d me.

My baby is a perfect bundle of nerves, said one mother to another. She is so sensitive, she starts at the slightest sound. She sleeps only a few minutes at a time, and has to be walked or rocked to get her off again. She won't go to strangers, and I am a nervous wreck taking care of her.

But how hit was to come about didn't appear.