"I'll sit for it here, any day you like." Now, Rosa said this, out of her ever ready kindness, not to wound Phoebe: but having made the promise, she kept clear of the place for some days, hoping Phoebe would forget all about it.

Meantime she sent her husband to buy.
In about a fortnight she called again, primed with evasions if she should be asked to sit; but nothing of the kind was proposed.

Phoebe was dealing when she went in.

The customers disposed of, she said to Mrs.
Staines, "Oh, ma'am, I am glad you are come.

I have something I should like to show you." She took her into the parlor, and made her sit down: then she opened a drawer, and took out a very small substance that looked like a tear of ground glass, and put it on the table before her.