"I thought you said the flax was all done, Winthrop?" said his mother.
"My father's is all done, ma'am."
"And yet you have been dressing flax to-day?" said Asahel; while his mother looked.
"Mamma," said Winthrop, "I wish Asahel was a little older. —
He would be a help."
"Who have you been working for?" said the child.
"For myself."
"Where have you been, Winthrop?" said his mother in a lower tone of inquiry.
"I have been over the mountain, mamma, — to Mr. Upshur's."
"Dressing flax?"
"Yes, ma'am."