"What is it you are making?" I asked.
"A dress for one of the landlady's children," she replied.
On a chair by Mrs. Cameron's side was another dress of a similar character.
"We are not good dressmakers," said Mrs. Cameron; "but we manage these little frocks very well. Our landlady has a large family."
"Are you working for money?" I inquired, gravely.
"Yes."
"But it is against the rules. You did not come here to work."
"We cannot be idle," said Mrs. Cameron. "It is not work; it is pleasure. When night comes we lay the needle aside. It was not so in London."
"So I have heard. Still, I repeat, you should not work."
"We should be unhappy without it. We do not tire ourselves. How long do you intend to stay in Swanage, Mr. Fletcher?"