"I wish we didn't have to go about it on Sunday," said Fanny, as they were on their way home.
"Oh, what does it matter?" said Miriam, crossly.
"Well, my mother and father wouldn't like me to go about a new frock on Sunday!" said Fanny. "And it will vex them, I know, when they hear about it."
"Then they shouldn't have given the other to your sister, as you say they did. I would do it on purpose to serve them out," concluded Miriam, a view of the matter that seemed to commend itself to Fanny; for she laughed, and promised to meet her friend at the corner of the street where Mrs. Scott lived at six o'clock the following Sunday evening.
[CHAPTER XIV]
ONE SUNDAY EVENING
"THERE'S a letter for you, Fanny, on the kitchen table. When you have read it, I want you to go out again and fetch some cakes and biscuits for tea to-morrow. I have a friend coming in the afternoon, and she will stay to tea, of course."
It was Saturday afternoon, and Fanny had been out for some errands for her mistress, who met her at the lower street door as she was coming in.
"You must shut the cat outside when you go," said the lady. "Twice to-day she has fetched me down here with her scratching to get out."
"Yes, ma'am," answered Fanny; but she was thinking what a nuisance Sunday visitors were, and wondering what time she would be able to get out if this lady visitor was coming to tea. She wanted to go early, for she had promised to meet Miriam at six, to go and see about their new dresses, and she would go too, visitor or no visitor, if it was possible. She muttered this to herself, as she picked up her letter, which she saw at once came from her father.