She came
back, bringing some two or three pairs of cotton-flannel drawers.
"I took them up, just as they lay, cut out and ready, on the bed. I
wouldn't have a word. I told them I'd nothing to do, and so I haven't.
My hurry is coming on all of a sudden when I have my bee. Now I've done
it once, I can do it again. They'll find out it's my way, and when
you've once set up a way, people always turn out for it."
Miss Craydocke was in high glee.
Leslie stitched up three little legs before Dakie came again, and said
they must have her upstairs.
One thing occurred to her, as they ran along the winding passages, up
and down, and up again, to the new hall in the far-off L.
The Moorish dress would take so long to arrange. Wouldn't Imogen
Thoresby like the part? She was only in the "Three Fishers." Imogen and
Jeannie met her as she came in.
"It is just you I wanted to find," cried Leslie, sealing her warm
impulse with immediate act. "Will you be Zorayda, Imogen,--with Jeannie
and Elinor, you know? I've got so much to do without. Sin Saxon
understands; it's a bit of a secret as yet.
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