"So this is your little sister, and my little namesake. How do you do, my dear child?"
Grace answered, bashfully, that she was very well.
"You see, Miss Dearborn, Grace is wearing the cloak you were kind enough to give her."
"And very well it becomes her, too. Is your mother well, Paul?"
"Yes, Miss Dearborn, thank you."
"I suppose she keeps house with Grace while you are away during the day?"
"Yes; but she also sews when she has an opportunity."
"I suppose she is not very well paid sometimes?"
"Very poorly at the best; but in some cases those who employ her are very mean. Now, there was Miss Framley——"
"Miss Framley!" repeated Grace, with interest. "Tell me the story."