She was Mrs.Rath, the housekeeper, and the pretty girl was her daughter.
"How are you, Hazel ?" said Miss Heredith, offering her hand to the girl.
"It is a long time since I saw you.

Why have you not been to see us lately ?" The girl appeared embarrassed by the question.

She hesitated, and then, as if reassured by Miss Heredith's gracious smile, murmured that she had been so busy that she had very little time to herself.
"I thought they gave you an afternoon off every week at your place of employment," pursued Miss Heredith, seating herself in a chair which the housekeeper placed for her.
"Not always," replied Hazel.

"At least, not lately.

We have had such a lot of orders in." "Do you like the millinery business, Hazel ?" "Very much indeed, Miss Heredith." "Hazel is getting on nicely now," said her mother.
"I am very glad to hear it," responded Miss Heredith, in the same gracious manner.