"If she can iron shirts nicely, and don't tear the clothes, she will be sure to do very well for us," said Emma; "and I'll speak to mistress about it to-morrow."
"Oh! You are a dear. If you will do that, I shall be so glad," said Lizzie.
Emma was surprised to find her friend so eager about this.
They had paused at the top of the street where Lizzie lived to have the last bit of talk about the washing, and Emma turned away after saying "good-night," but the next instant Lizzie was beside her again.
"I shall come a little way down this road with you," she said.
"Won't you be late? I thought you wanted to get back," said her companion, walking sharper now to make up for the time she had wasted looking in at the shops.
"Oh! It don't matter," answered Lizzie lightly. "When do you think you will know about the washing?" she asked.
"Well, I'll speak about it to-morrow morning if I can, and tell you when I get out on Sunday what she says about it."
"Mind you do get out next Sunday. I walked up and down this road for an hour last Sunday afternoon waiting for you."
"Oh! I shall be able to come next Sunday I should think. For the children will be better I hope, and there will be nothing to hinder me," said Emma; and then she once more bade her friend "good-night," and turned homeward without any further delay.