"What for?
Why, what I always want a maid for: to attend to my wardrobe and assist me in dressing, to brush my hair, and--everything," ended Rose, comprehensively.
Sylvia continued to regard her with that wistful, pathetic look.
"I can sew braid on your dresses, and darn your stockings, and button up your dresses, and brush your hair, too, just as well as anybody," she said.
Rose ran over to her and went down on her knees beside her.

"You dear," she said, "as if you didn't have enough to do now!" "This is a very convenient house to do work in," said Sylvia, "and now I have my washing and ironing done, I've got time on my hands.

I like to sew braid on and darn stockings, and always did, and it's nothing at all to fasten up your waists in the back; you know that." "You dear," said Rose again.

She nestled her fair head against Sylvia's slim knees.

Sylvia thrilled.