Elizabeth leaned her head against the door jamb.
"You look so tired," said Doris pityingly.
"I am tired through and through. I am always glad to have Saturday night come and no knitting or anything. Don't you knit when you are home?"
"I haven't knit—much." Doris flushed up to the roots of her fair hair, remembering her unfortunate attempts at achieving a stocking.
"What do you do?"
"Study, and read to Uncle Winthrop, and go to school and to writing school, and walk and take little journeys and drives and do drawing. Next year I shall learn to paint flowers."
"But you do some kind of work?"
"I keep my room in order and Uncle Win trusts me to dust his books. And I sew a little and make lace. But, you see, there is Miss Recompense and Dinah and Cato."
"Oh, what a lot of help! What does Miss Recompense do?"
"She is the housekeeper."