"Yes; too busy. She gets very tired at night sometimes."
"I am afraid so. She has not been used to so much running about."
"No. She never expected to have so many customers. I am sorry now that we did not open for the afternoon only; it would have been quite enough for her."
"I suppose the afternoon is the busiest time?"
"Oh, yes. There are very few in the morning. Sometimes she is able to sit down and sew for a few minutes."
Mr. Churchill made a mental note of that. "I should have thought she had enough to do at the slackest time without doing sewing," he said, watching the flitting figure furtively.
"Oh, she must be doing something; she is never idle. She makes her own dresses always—and the most of ours."
"You don't say so!" He stared at Jenny boldly now. "Do you mean to say she made that one that she's got on?"
"Certainly. And it looks all right, doesn't it?"
"Mrs. Earl couldn't beat her," he said absurdly; and he really thought so, not knowing anything about it, except that Jenny's frock was simple and neat—a style that men are always partial to. "But then Mrs. Earl doesn't often get such a figure to fit, does she?"