After a moment, she removed a folded square of paper that he had seen many times before, and opened it out.

When he held her in his arms, she often saw his eyes move to that square of paper.

The old man sighed and started on another square of paper.

Then he went back and looked at the small square of white paper.

She gave a firm nod, then waved the square of paper at him.

He then slipped the small square of paper into a sock.

He sat down at a table and took a large square of paper.

There was only one word on the small square of paper.

Stapled to the front page was a small square of paper.

Hunter was carrying a square of yellow paper in his hand.