“Why, you know those Christmas cakes she made?”
“Yes.”
“Well, she can make them and other kinds to sell in one of the big groceries. I saw some homemade cakes in Council’s to-day that didn’t look half as nice as Elizabeth’s and they charged a lot for them.”
Olga nodded thoughtfully. “I shouldn’t wonder if you’d hit upon a good plan, Sadie. But if she does that, you’ll have to help her with the work at home, for she has all she can do now.”
Sadie scowled. She hated housework. “Guess I have plenty to do myself,” she grumbled, “with school and my silver work and all.”
“But your silver work is just for yourself,” Olga reminded her, “and Elizabeth has no time to do anything for herself.”
“Well, anyhow, if she makes lots of cakes she’ll have money for herself.”
“And she’s got to have money for herself,” Olga said decidedly. “I’ve been thinking about that.” Sadie wriggled uneasily. She had been thinking about it too, and that Elizabeth would be eighteen soon, and free to go out and earn her own living, if she chose.
“Well, I must go and tell her,” she said and left abruptly.
Elizabeth listened in silence to Sadie’s eager plans, but the colour came and went in her face and her blue eyes were full of longing.