"Who is it?" whispered Mary.
"My little seamstress," answered Nelly. "I went to get her to fix my dress, and found her looking so pale and used up my heart ached. All the while she was fitting me, and I was telling her about our fun down here, she kept saying with a little gasp as if for fresh air,—
"'How beautiful it must be, Miss Nelly! I'm so glad you are enjoying so much and look so well.'
"Then what you once said, Mary, came into my head, and my money burnt in my pocket till I broke out all of a sudden, saying,—
"'Wouldn't you like to go down with me for a week and get rested and freshened up a little, Jane?'
"Girls, if I had asked her to go straight to heaven, or do any lovely thing, she could not have looked more amazed, delighted, and touched.
"'O, Miss Nelly, you are too good. I'm afraid I ought not to leave work. It seems almost too splendid to believe.'
"I wouldn't hear a word, for my heart was set on doing it when I saw how she longed to go. So I said she could help us with our dresses, and I must have her come on that account if no other.
