Eliza hurriedly hid her work in the work-basket, and said, "It is very
close in here. Let me show you round our little garden."
They both went out, without taking any notice of me. Not having had
much tea, I cut myself another slice of cake. While I was in the middle
of it, Miss Sakers and Eliza came back, and Miss Sakers said good-bye
to me very coldly. I offered to raise my bazaar donation to ten
shillings, but she did not seem to have heard me.
* * * * *
"How could you say that?" said Eliza, when Miss Sakers had gone. "It
was most tactless--and not very nice."
"I thought you were doing something for the bazaar. What were you
making, then?"
She did not actually tell me, but she implied it in a delicate way.
"Well," I said, "of course I wouldn't have called attention to it if I
had known, but I don't think you ought to have been doing that work
when Miss Sakers was here."
"I've no time to waste, and I always make mine myself. I was most
careful to keep them hidden. You are very tactless."
"I don't think much of that Miss Sakers," I said. "Why should we go to
this expense," pointing to the cakes, "for a woman of that kind?"