"Do you?" said Hugh, rather soberly.
"Yes, I do even in my flower-patch, right before the house- door; but here" said Fleda, turning away, and swinging her basket of strawberries as she went, "I have no idea I ever did such a thing as make bread, and how clothes get mended I do not comprehend in the least!"
"And have you forgotten the pease and the asparagus too?"
"I am afraid you haven't, dear Hugh," said Fleda, linking her arm within his. "Hugh I must find some way to make money."
"More money!" said Hugh, smiling.
"Yes this garden business is all very well, but it doesn't come to any very great things after all, if you are aware of it; and Hugh, I want to get aunt Lucy a new dress. I can't bear to see her in that old merino, and it isn't good for her. Why, Hugh, she couldn't possibly see anybody, if anybody should come to the house."
"Who is there to come?" said Hugh.
"Why, nobody; but still, she ought not to be so."
"What more can you do, dear Fleda? You work a great deal too hard already," said Hugh, sighing. "You should have seen the way father and mother looked at you last night when you were asleep on the sofa."
Fleda stifled her sigh, and went on.