Constance Smedley and Pearl Humphrey

“ Martin knew that things seen are mightier than things heard.
“Millie went back to her room after lunch without waiting for coffee. I cannot imagine why she should come to stay with me, and then immure herself in her bedroom for a whole day,” volunteered Mrs. Martin placidly.
“She may be making things,” rejoined Nelly, a little vaguely. “She is the kind of girl who loves sewing or any useful work. She is just like a Mrs. Gaskell girl, so quiet and dutiful, and full of thought for others. Did you see how she collected the plates for Spratt at luncheon? ”

“ Martin,” explained Millie, “I saw this pretty frock hanging over a chair just outside your door last night. I had heard you say it could not be mended, but I thought I saw how it could be done, so I took it to my room. I got up early this morning, and I have just finished it. I don't think it shows much.”
It was an exquisite piece of sewing, as even Elise would have had to admit had she been asked. Mrs. Martin could not find it in her heart to say she had given the dress away. ”

“ One can always try and be a helpful influence everywhere.” She beamed affectionately at Millie; and Mrs. Martin, without further speech, sat down to mourn for the sweet silk frock with which it had been necessary to solace Elise.
Several visitors came in later, bringing a cold breath of autumn in with them, for the afternoon had turned chilly. Spratt, the venerable and venerated butler, entering with the tea-tray, beheld Nelly on her knees, vigorously blowing up a newly lighted fire, while Millie staggered across the room with a heavy table, which she placed ready for the tray by Mrs. ”