"Oh! Good-by."
Mrs. Catt went out.
It was only a few minutes later that Mrs. Wiley arrived, with another large bundle wrapped up in newspaper.
"Don't stop your work," she said, putting it down with a sigh. "Oh, you ain't sewing on my coat," she added, in a tone of deep disappointment, evidently seeing interruption in a changed light at once.
"No, but I've cut it out. What you got there?"
"I've got another suit of father's."
Mrs. Ray eyed the bundle with thoughtfully compressed lips, and gave her shawl a fresh tuck.
"What you want made out of this one?"
Mrs. Wiley hesitated. "It's such a handsome piece of cloth," she said, "I'm willing to leave the cut to you, but I thought maybe you could get a winter jacket for Lottie Ann out of this one?"
Mrs. Ray compressed her lips more, and frowned. "I don't know about that," she said, shaking her head. "I've had trouble enough with the last."