"No matter; I am tired, and cold."
"But you didn't tell me what a gentleman is?" pursued Rotha, beginning now to bustle about and do as she was told.
"Wait till I have had some tea. How much tea is left, Rotha?"
"Well, I guess, enough to last almost a week," said the girl, peering into the box which did duty for a tea-caddy.
"I must manage to get some more," said the mother. "I could hardly get along without my cup of tea."
"Mother, here has been somebody who wants you to make shirts for him at two dollars a piece."
"Two dollars a piece!" Mrs. Carpenter echoed. "I could afford to get tea then. Who was that, Rotha? and what sort of shirts does he want made for such a price?"
"I don't know! he said he wanted them very particularly made, and I told him that was the way you did everything. Now mother dear, the kettle will boil in two minutes."
"Who is this person?"
"I told you, he is a city missionary. His name is Mr. Digby."