"I have got Miss Dearborn's work done, Paul, and if you can spare time, I should like to have you take it to her."
"I am perfectly ready to do that, mother," said Paul, promptly, "I shall be glad to see her on my own account."
"I don't know how much I ought to charge her for the work," said Mrs. Palmer, reflecting.
"I don't believe she will object to your price, mother, whatever it is. She is quite a different young lady from Miss Framley."
"Then you may say two dollars, if she asks the price," said his mother.
The work was neatly done up, and Paul took charge of it.
At about eight o'clock he ascended the steps of Mrs. Sheldon's handsome house, and rang the bell.
"Is Miss Dearborn at home?" he asked of the servant who answered his summons.
"Yes," answered Grace, smiling, for she chanced to hear the question as she passed through the hall. "Good-evening, Paul. How is your little sister?"
"Very well, Miss Dearborn. If she had known I was coming here, she would have wanted to come, too."