"Not this copy. It is only for you to look at."
"Ah yes,"—quickly, with a merry smile, "It ees a sahmple, eh?"
"Yes, a sample copy, but if you think you could use it in your work I will see that you have it every month."
"And the expense of it?" She looked up apprehensively. "That, too, must be considered."
"Surely. You see it says ten cents a number, or one dollar a year. But I think I might furnish you a sample copy free, if you would speak a good word for it among your neighbors. Not to trouble yourself any, of course."
"That is most kind, and I could do it. The girls do coom in and listen as I read, by times. It is a great deal that books do for one like me, ma'amselle. They are my friends, my coomfort. They, and my vork."
"I can well believe it. And what beautiful work you do! Doesn't it tire you while in that reclining position? You look so delicate."
"But I am so mooch bettare—quite near to well once more. I do this, while my sister, she work in the glass-house. She is all well and strong—my sister."
"That is good! And you live here alone together?"
"Yes, we do. We come across from Havre together—we, the two—and we think we will make a fortune, now we have lost our parents, and have no big strong brother. And then it is I that must get sick, and when the fevaer do go after the long weeks, it takes with it all my strength, and so I cannot yet walk."