"Haven't you read it?" asked her mother.
"Yes; but I shall enjoy reading it again to you, mother."
"Oh! I couldn't read a book over again that I had just finished," said Letty. "I should hate doing that."
"Not if you wanted to help mother," said her sister.
Letty shrugged her shoulders. "I like to read to myself best," she said; "and if you like, I'll take that book to be changed when I come home from school. Miss Lavender said she would change it for us to-day if you liked."
"Oh, but I sha'n't be done with it. I couldn't read it all to mother this afternoon," replied Winny.
"And I shall want you to get the tea, and do a bit more sewing at the sacks when you come home from school, Letty," said her mother.
"It hurts my fingers. I don't think I can do any more," replied Letty with a pout.
"It hurts mine too, but I am too glad to get the work to grumble about it, and you will have to learn to do the same, my girl."
Letty sighed. "Don't you wish we had a lot of money, Winny?" she said. "If father was a foreman, now."