“But I was not aware it was the way with all of us,” said Bradley, returning to the accusation, a little injured. “Won’t you say, some of us?”

“Meaning,” returned the little creature, “every one of you, but you. Hah! Now look this lady in the face. This is Mrs. Truth. The Honourable. Full-dressed.”

Bradley glanced at the doll she held up for his observation⁠—which had been lying on its face on her bench, while with a needle and thread she fastened the dress on at the back⁠—and looked from it to her.