"I can work only from patterns which are marked out," said Dorothy; and then she held up a shining length of green silk upon which the garland already bloomed in her pretty feminine fancy.

"I will pay you whatever you ask," said Dorothy, further.

Then she started and shrank, for Madelon looked at her with such wrath and pride in her black eyes that she was frightened.
"What--have--I--done ?" she faltered, piteously.

And it was quite true that she did not know what she had done, for she reasoned always like a child, with premises of acts only and not of motives.

She considered simply that Madelon had urged her to be true to Burr, and was herself to marry another man, and therefore could not be jealous, and that she wanted her gown embroidered.
Dorothy was not happy, and a nervous terror was always upon her which had caused her blue eyes to look out wistfully from delicate hollows and faded the soft pink on her cheeks; still she kept involuntarily to her feminine ways, and wanted her gowns embroidered.
"I want no pay!" Madelon cried, hoarsely.
"I meant no harm," Dorothy faltered, again.