"We've got some pillow-slips to trim, an' we can bring them.

You'd better ask Sarah an' Charlotte, if she can stay away from Rebecca Thayer's long enough." "Yes, I will," said Sylvia, feebly, over her shoulder.
"We'll come early," said Hannah.

Then the sisters sped apart through the early winter darkness.

Poor Sylvia fairly groaned out loud when her sister was out of hearing and she had turned the corner of the old road.
"What shall I do?
what shall I do ?" she muttered.
Her sisters to tea meant hot biscuits and plum sauce and pie and pound-cake and tea.

Sylvia had yet a little damson sauce at the bottom of a jar, although she had not preserved last year, for lack of sugar; but hot biscuits and pie, the pound-cake and tea would have to be provided.
She felt again of the little money-store in her pocket; that was all that stood between her and the poor-house; every penny was a barrier and had its carefully calculated value.