"Did you give more than threepence for it?"
"Sheila Pat!" stammered Molly.
"A little!" Mrs. Barclay's fair little faded face was vividly amused.
"I'm glad you did," with grave approval. "But Sarah's mother only gets threepence for the ones she makes, and she's always ailin', with a large fam'ly of babies and her husband dead and three more dead between Sarah and the next one."
"Who is Sarah?"
"She's just the little maid at Aunt Kezia's. She's a real good worker—for a Londoner, of course, I'm meanin'!"
"And her mother makes blouses?"
"Yes, and only threepence for them, but perhaps they wouldn't be silk."
"No, they wouldn't be silk, but it is shocking to hear how badly they pay for such work."
"Is it at sales?" Nell queried, looking very wise.