“Yes; pretty fast.”
Patty was doing some mental calculation. Three dozen of those pieces meant an interminable lot of work. But it also meant fifteen dollars, and Patty’s spirit was now fully roused.
“I’ll take three dozen,” she said, decidedly; “and I’ll bring them back, finished, a week from to-day.”
“My, you must be a swift worker,” said the woman, in a disinterested voice.
She was already sorting out silks, as with a practised hand, and making all into a parcel.
Patty was about to offer her a visiting card, as she assumed she must give her address, when the woman said:
“Eighteen dollars, please.”
“What?” said Patty. “What for?”
“Security. You don’t suppose we let everybody walk off with our materials, and never come back, do you?”
“Do you doubt my honesty?” said Patty, haughtily.