"Yes," said Jessie; "but I have thought since—" and she hesitated and blushed.
Amy got up from the machine, came towards her, and, laying her hand on her, said, gently—
"I know, Jessie."
"And I know, though you wanted to keep it a secret!" cried Florence. "I was at church too last night!"
"Oh, yes, I saw you, Florence; and wasn't it beautiful?" said Amy, earnestly.
"Most lovely! It is worth something to have a stranger here sometimes to get a fresh hint from!" said Florence.
"I call that more than a hint," said Jessie, in a low voice. "I am so glad you felt it as I did, Flossy."
"Felt it! You don't mean that you got hold of it? Then you can tell whether it was cut on the bias, and how the little puffs were put on!"
"Why, what are you thinking of, Flossy?" exclaimed Amy. "Bias—puffs! One would think you were talking of a dress!"
"Well, of course I was. Of that lovely self-trimming on that cashmere dress of the lady that came with Miss Manners. What—what are you laughing at, Grace?"