Kate listened quietly, and made no objection; neither did Grace; and so the matter was decided.
Rose had no time to be lonely after that.

Her father gave her _carte blanche_ in the matter of dress and ornament, and Miss Rose's earthly happiness was complete.

She, and Kate, and Grace went to Montreal to make the necessary purchases, to lasso dressmakers and fetch them back to St.Croix.
"I know a young woman I think will suit you," said Ma'am Ledru, the cook.

"She is an excellent dressmaker and embroideress; very poor, and quite willing, I am sure, to go into the country.

Her name is Agnes Darling, and she lives in the Petite Rue de Saint Jacques." Rose hastened to the Petite Rue de Saint Jacques at once, and in a small room of a tenement house found the seamstress; a little pale, dark-eyed, dark-haired creature, with a face that was a history of trouble, though her years could not have numbered twenty.