“My hat with the roses looks very nice yet, Amy, dear,” said she, sweetly and consolingly.
“But it is getting so late for roses,” Mrs. Carroll returned.
“The milliner in New York where Ina got her hats has been paid; maybe she will trust Charlotte for a hat. Don't worry, Amy,” said Anna, coolly.
Mrs. Carroll brightened up. “Sure enough, Anna,” said she. “She was paid because she wouldn't trust us, and maybe now she will be willing to again. I will go in to-morrow, and I think I can get a hat for myself.”
“I saw the dress-maker looking out of the window,” said Charlotte.
“She did very well,” said Mrs. Carroll.
“I suppose there is no money to pay her?” said Charlotte.
“No, honey, I suppose not, but dear Ina has the dresses and you have your new one.”
“That makes me think. I think her bill is on the table. It came two or three days ago. I haven't opened it, because it looked like a bill. Eddy brought it in when I was in here. Yes, there it is.” Charlotte, near the table, took up the envelope and opened it. “It is only one hundred and fifty-eight dollars,” said she.
“That is very cheap for so many pretty dresses,” said Mrs. Carroll, “but I suppose it is all clear profit. I should think dress-makers would get rich very easily.”