“I might stop the miller’s children on their way to school and ask them to take Hilda home with them, or ask one of them to come here for company for her; their mother will, I am sure, oblige in a case like this.”
“Let her go there, for mercy’s sake!” responded Jerusha sharply. “We will have two to bother with if one of them comes here.”
“There they come now!” said Diana. “I will run out and ask them.”
Fortune favored; one of the children was glad to return home and take Hilda with her, and Miss Flint was gratified to hear that the miller’s family would keep her until after the funeral; and the way was now clear for business.
“Now if Mrs. Warfield would come, how thankful I would be!” sighed Diana as she set aside the remains of the breakfast.
“But we cannot wait for that. What is to be done about a burial dress?”
“I don’t know,” responded Diana anxiously. “Do you take the lead and I will help you all I can.”
“What I want to know is, will it be made here, or bought ready made in Baltimore?” questioned Miss Flint sharply.
“I really cannot decide. Which do you advise?”
“That depends upon circumstances. What is there in the house?”