carcely keep pace with her, and with a mere, preoccupied nod left him at the door of "Hayman's;" but to her shamefaced relief, after making a tour of the shop and questioning clerks and proprietor, she discovered that none of the other members of the Committee had yet arrived. In order that no time might be wasted in seeking her when they did appear, she returned to the street and, standing just outside of the doors, awaited her coadjutors.
Minute after minute passed, the shadows lengthened, the wind grew chill, yet still Frances Benson kept guard alone, starting at every footfall, occasionally consulting her watch, her face growing each moment more anxious and dejected. At last, long after three o'clock, Mrs. Evans rushed down the street like a small cyclone.
"Oh, Missioner," she gasped, clutching Frances Benson's arm with her strong, little hands, "I jus' stopped a moment at Mrs. Whalen's,--the dressmaker, you know,--to talk to her about the best way to make up my new dress, an' she got to sho
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