Publisher's Synopsis
Excuse me, Miss, but do you know of any lady who wants a seamstress asked a timid, hesitating voice. Lulu Raymond was the person addressed. She and Max bad just alighted from the Wood burn family carriage - having been given per mission to do a little shopping together - and she had paused upon the pavement for a moment to look after it as it rolled away down the street with her father, who had some business matters to attend to in the city that afternoon, and had appointed a time and place for picking the chil dren up again to carry them home. Tastefully, attired, rosy, and bright with health and happiness, Lulu's appearance was in strange contrast to that of the shabbily dressed girl, with pale, pinched features that wore an expression of patient suffering, who stood by her side
