“I didn’t say so.”
“No, but you’ve been different to me lately, and I don’t know why. You were so nice a few weeks ago—you don’t know how glad it made me. I hoped we were going to be real sisters, but now,” she drew a long sorrowful breath, “it is as it used to be.”
Sadie, swinging one foot, gnawed at a fingernail. Finally, “I helped you start the cake-making,” she reminded.
“I know—I never forget it,” Elizabeth said warmly.
“You’ve made a lot of money——”
“It seems a lot to me—forty-seven dollars—just think of it! I haven’t spent any except for materials.”
“And you’ll make more.”
“Yes, but Mr. Burchell says cakes don’t sell after it gets hot. He won’t want any after May.”
“That’s four or five weeks longer. You’ll have enough to get you heaps of fine clothes,” Sadie flung out enviously, with one of her needle-sharp glances.
“O—clothes!” returned Elizabeth slightingly. “I suppose I must have a few—shoes, and a plain hat and a blue serge skirt, and some blouses—they won’t cost much.”