Only see how frowsly it is, and she has come out without her hat." "Well, I don't wonder," said the third girl, who was elderly and whose complexion was tanned and weather-beaten almost to the color of the leather upon which she worked.

Yet through this seamed and discolored face, with thin grayish hair drawn back tightly from the temples, one could discern, as through a transparent mask, a past prettiness and an exceeding gentleness and faithfulness.

"If my sister's little Helen was to be lost I shouldn't know whether my hat was on or not," said she.

"I believe I should go raving mad." "You wouldn't have to slave as you have done supportin' it ever since your sister's husband died," said the pretty girl.

"Only look how Eva's waist bags in the back and she 'ain't got any belt on.