Beth worked so steadily that Mrs. Davenport feared that she would make herself sick, and was glad when finally Beth jumped up and said:
"There, mamma, it's finished. Buttonholes and all. I guess it's all right, isn't it?"
The dress was very creditably made for so young a girl. Mrs. Davenport was justly proud of it and of Beth.
"Mrs. Davenport," began Julia, "can't Beth stay all night with me?"
"Yes, I'll be glad to have her out of doors. Run along, Beth."
Beth, however, held back. "I'd rather stay with you, mamma."
"Why, child, what is the matter?"
"Oh, she's just tired from this everlasting sewing, Mrs. Davenport;" and then Julia whispered to Beth, "You're not going to be wicked and break your word, are you? I'll never speak to you again if you don't come."
Thus pressed, Beth reluctantly kissed her mother and departed.
"We'll go over to my house, and get enough food for supper and breakfast."