"Where are you going, Jane?" her husband asked, in a tone of surprise, that seemed mingled with disappointment.
"I am going to carry home my work."
"But I wouldn't go now, Jane. Wait until after supper."
"No, John. I cannot wait until after supper. The work will be wanted. It should have been home two hours ago."
And she glided from the room.
A walk of a few minutes brought her to the door of a tailor's-shop, around the front of which hung sundry garments exposed for sale. This shop she entered, and presented the pair of pantaloons to a man who stood behind the counter. His face relaxed not a muscle as he took them and made a careful examination of the work.
"They'll do," he at length said, tossing them aside, and resuming his employment of cutting out a garment.
Poor Mrs. Jarvis paused, dreading to utter her request. But necessity conquered the painful reluctance, and she said—
"Can you pay me for this pair to-night, Mr. Willets?"
"No. I've got more money to pay on Monday than I know where to get, and cannot let a cent go out."