'Dorothy,' he called. She came nearer and laid her hand on his shoulder. 'Willie wants your advice, and your help Dorothy.'
She hesitated a little, and looked at Mrs. Janet, who nodded to her, and said—
'Well, speak up child!'
'But Janet must know so much better than I do,' Dorothy began.
'Bless me!' Mrs. Janet broke in. 'Why, you are not going to say Dorothy, child, that you don't think of it as I do.'
'I thought,' Dorothy began again, and then stopped.
'There can be no two ways about it,' said Mrs. Janet, knitting faster.
'Go on, Dorothy,' said her husband watching her.
'I don't like seeming to set myself up against Janet,' she said, with her frank smile.
'Is that all?' Mrs. Janet patted her shoulder. 'Always know your mind, my dear, and speak it. I am going into the window to turn the heel of my stocking, and I shan't hear you. So say your say, child, and don't think of me—not that there can be two ways about it, all the same, you know.'