“And I think I know what you want,” she continued.
He fumbled in his pocket and brought out a bill.
“I’ll pay you now,” he said, proffering a five-dollar note, “and I’ll call for them in about three hours. There’s to be two of them, you know. One from this pattern and one from this.”
“Oh, but I couldn’t make one in three hours! I really can’t have them done before to-morrow night.”
David did some mental arithmetic rapidly.
“What is your charge for making them?” he asked.
She hesitated, looking at him as he stood, hat in hand, waiting her reply.
“Two dollars each,” she said, her eyes fixed on his hat.
The males of Tramworth were not always uncovered in her presence, when they did accompany their wives to her shop.
“I have to leave for Lost Farm at five o’clock, Miss Wilkins. If you can have one of the dresses done by that time, I’ll gladly give you four dollars for it.”