After this day, things passed on till the end of the week much as we have said. Lucy and Emily were always very busy in their different places, from dinner to tea-time. Henry was often, at those times, with John; and where Miss Bessy was Mrs. Goodriche did not know, because she had proposed to go and work in Henry's arbour. Her aunt could not follow her everywhere, so she only made herself sure that she did not go beyond the garden, and she did not ask whether she spent half her time in the kitchen, for she was not afraid that Betty would hurt her. "When am I to see the pieces of work?" said Mrs. Goodriche on the Saturday morning. "Before tea, ma'am," replied Lucy; "Emily and I are ready, but we don't know whether Bessy is--we can wait if she is not." "Oh, I am ready," answered Bessy; "my silk is done." The tea-things were on the table when Emily came in first with an open basket--whatever was in it was hidden by a piece of white paper. Lucy followed with a neat little parcel, carefully rolled up; and Bessy followed, with a hand in one of her pockets, and a smile on her face, though she looked red and rather confused. "I shall look at the little market-woman with her basket first," said Mrs. Goodriche; and Emily went up to her with a sweet pleasant smile, as if she felt sure that she had some very pretty things to show. She took up the white paper, and discovered three pin-cushions, very nicely made: they were so contrived that there was a gold and purple flower in the centre of each pin-cushion on both sides: the cushions were square, well stuffed, and pinched in the middle of each side; they had a tassel at every corner, made of the odd bits of silk roved, and to each of them was a long bit of ribbon. Emily's face flushed like a rosebud when she laid them on the table. "Very, very good," said Mrs. Goodriche; "and you did them all yourself?" "Yes, ma'am," said Emily. "I made the insides first, and stuffed them with bran, before I put the silk on." "Now for Lucy," said Mrs. Goodriche; and Lucy, opening her parcel, showed an old-fashioned housewife with many pockets: she had managed her silk so, that the clouds upon it formed borders for the outside and each pocket; she had overcast a piece of flannel for the needles, and put a card under that part of the housewife; she had lined it to make it strong, and had put some ribbon to tie it with, and had made a case for it of printed calico, and a button and a button-hole. "Very, very good, too," said Mrs. Goodriche; "let it be placed by the pin-cushions; and now for Bessy." Bessy began to giggle and to move herself about in a very uneasy way. "If you have nothing to show, Bessy," said her aunt; "or if you are not ready, we will excuse you." "It does not signify," answered Bessy, "I am as ready now as I ever shall be. I can make nothing of the silk." "Have you lost it?" asked her aunt.