"Bless me! whose is that? It is real genteel," said Grace.
"It is Miss Needwood's at Chalk-pit Farm."
"What! that poor helpless thing that never can keep a situation! Did you get it for a pattern, Jessie?"
"Yes," said Jessie; "she lent it to me."
"It is beautiful," said Grace, examining it minutely. "You ought to work like that, Jessie."
"I would if I could," said Jessie, "and I mean to try; but, Grace, I shall only finish this first dozen. I shall send the other five dozen to Bessie Needwood. She is in great want of work, and will do them much better than I."
"Well I never!" cried Grace. "I never thought you'd turn lazy, and give up what you had undertaken—when I had asked for the handkerchiefs on purpose for you, because I thought a little pocket money would come in convenient!"
"So it would. It was very kind of you, Grace; but Miss Needwood will do them better than I."
"Not than you if you chose to take the pains and trouble."
"No," said Jessie, "if I don't hurry them too quick to try to do those finest stitches, I sha'n't have time to do them at all, in these after hours of mine."