'Perhaps she wouldn't mind having her aprons off the dark,' says Susan Peckaby; 'it don't matter what colour aprons is of--they're not like gownds.' And then we agreed that I should send Dan up here at once to ask her, and Susan Peckaby--who seemed mighty eager to have the print--said she'd wait till he come back.

And I cut off the white Irish, and wrapped it up with the tape and things, and sent him." "Rachel Frost had left your shop, then ?" "She left it, sir, when she told me she'd have some of the lavender print.

She didn't stay another minute." Robin Frost lifted his head again.

"She said she was going to stop at your place for a bit of a gossip, Mother Duff." "Then she didn't stop," responded that lady.

"She never spoke a single word o' gossip, or looked inclined to speak it.