"Are you sick?" Mona asked, in a tone of sympathy, for the girl's heavy eyes and languid manner appealed very strongly to her kind heart.
"I have a toothache, miss," the girl said, with a heavy sigh. "I never slept a wink last night, it pained me so."
"I am very sorry, and of course you cannot feel much like work to-day, if you had no sleep," Mona said, pityingly.
"Indeed I don't—I can hardly hold my head up; but the work's got to be done all the same," was the weary reply.
"Cannot you get some one to substitute for you while you have your tooth taken out and get a little rest?" Mona kindly inquired.
"No, miss; the girls are all busy—they have their own work to do, and
I shall have to bear it as best I can."
"Then let me help you," Mona said, a sudden thought setting all her pulses bounding.
Perhaps she might come across that dress!
"You, miss!" the girl cried, in unfeigned astonishment. "A young lady like you help to make beds in a hotel where you are a guest!"
Mona laughed.