Mrs.
Buxton lay on the sofa; so fair and white and colorless, in her muslin dressing-gown, that when Maggie first saw the lady lying with her eyes shut, her heart gave a start, for she thought she was dead.

But she opened her large languid eyes, and called them to her, and listened to their story with interest.
"Dawson is at tea.

Look, Minnie, in my work-box; there is some silk there.
Take off your frock, my dear, and bring it here, and let me see how it can be mended." "Aunt Buxton," whispered Erminia, "do let me give her one of my frocks.
This is such an old thing." "No, love.

I'll tell you why afterwards," answered Mrs.Buxton.
She looked at the rent, and arranged if nicely for the little girls to mend.

Erminia helped Maggie with right good will.