"Seven cents, sir."
"Seven cents! How many of them can you make in a day?"
"Two are as many as I shall be able to get through with, and attend to my children; and even then I must work half the night. If I had nothing to do but sit down and sew all the while, I might make three of them."
"Shameful! Shameful! And is that the price paid for such work?"
"It is all I get."
"At this rate, then, you can only make fourteen cents a day?"
"That is all, sir. And, even on the best of work, I can never get beyond a quarter of a dollar a day."
"How in the world, then, have you managed to keep yourself and three children from actual want?"
"I have not been able, doctor," she replied, with some bitterness. "We have wanted almost every thing."
"So I should suppose. What rent do you pay for this poor place?"