I am her mother." "Then you don't need wait or worry," said the girl cheerfully.

"There are two women up in the sewing-room at work on a dress for her right now.

It will be done in time, and it will be a beauty." Mrs.Comstock turned and trudged back to the Limberlost.

The bitterness in her soul became a physical actuality, which water would not wash from her lips.

She was too late! She was not needed.