"Thank you: we are not quite as rich as all that," said Letty, smiling. "When I can afford to pay ten dollars for worsted, I will tell you."
"Well, if you are not the queerest person! I do hope you won't let every one know that you work for the shop. I should be mortified to death."
"I shall not publish it in the papers," replied Letty; "but, if any one asks me, I shall be apt to tell the truth. Why not?"
"If you don't see the reason yourself, there is no use in talking about it. Pray, how does John like your employing yourself in this manner?"
"Oh, he does not object. He lets me have my own way in most things, you know,—though he does set up once in a while, as he did about my having Jane to work."
"Yes, I know," replied Agnes, with an ostentatious sigh. "You are a happy woman, Letty: you ought to be very thankful."
"I am, I hope," said Letty. "God has been very good to me," she added, with tears in her eyes. "He has left me far more than he has taken away."
"Oh, yes: it is very easy to say so as long as you have every thing in your own way. Wait till you are tried as I am, and then see. But, I declare, I never saw any thing so pretty! How do you put it together? I mean to buy some worsted and begin one this very afternoon. You will show me about it: won't you?"
"Certainly," said Letty, suppressing a smile. "And, Agnes, suppose you bring Madge over with you."
"Mary can bring her over, I suppose. I should not like to be seen carrying her myself."