"Eight o'clock to-morrow morning," replied the girl, with her eyes still fixed upon Winny.
"Well, I'll promise this: all the sacks I can get done by eight o'clock to-night my husband shall bring over, and I will sit up and do the rest so that you shall have them by seven to-morrow. Will that do?" asked Mrs. Chaplin rather anxiously.
"From you it will," said the girl with a grin. And with another nod to Winny, she shut the door and ran downstairs.
A needle and string for sewing were sent with the sacks, and so Mrs. Chaplin sat down at once to her task.
"We shall get the rent now, mother, sha'n't we?" said Winny eagerly. "I was sure God would help us somehow," she added in a tone of glad triumph when her mother, after a careful calculation, thought she might put away another shilling towards it out of the sack sewing.
But she had not been at this long, when there came another tap at the door. But it was not pushed open until Mrs. Chaplin had called out "Come in!"
Then a sad, weary-looking girl about Winny's age, but well and comfortably dressed, timidly opened the door and stood for a minute looking round the room.
"It's Miss Rutter, Winny," said her mother by way of breaking the silence and introducing the girls.
"Mother wants you to come and clean up a bit for her," said the visitor with a wistful look at Winny.
"Dear me, now, isn't that tiresome!" exclaimed Mrs. Chaplin. "I never had a stroke of work all the week till yesterday, and didn't expect none to-day, so was glad enough of these sacks. What am I to do? It would pay me a deal better to come and do a day's work for your mother, but you see I have promised to get these sacks done."