She did not linger a moment, nor heed any thing that was passing in the street.
A back room in the third story of an old house in Cherry street was the home of the poor sewing girl.

As she entered, she said, in a cheerful voice, to a person who was lying upon a bed which the room contained-- "I have got work, sister.

It is a vest, and it must be done by to-morrow evening." "Can you finish it in time ?" inquired the invalid in a faint voice.
"Oh, yes, easily;" and as she spoke, she laid off her bonnet and shawl hurriedly and sat down to unroll the work she had obtained.
The vest proved to be of white Marseilles.

As soon as the invalid sister saw this, she said-- "I'm afraid you won't be able to get that done in time, Ellen; it is very particular work.

To stitch the edges well will alone take you many hours." "I will sit up late, and get a fair start to-night, Mary.