The Rags

The butler sighed. "This dress was a gift from an old friend of Madam. "After this dress was completed, something terrible happened to that friend and our Miss. Madam suffered a lot. She lost her husband, good friend, and daughter in middle age." The butler sighed again. "Miss, please repair this wedding dress to a perfect state, or Madam will die with everlasting regret." I nodded. "I'll try my best." This story was moving. David had paid me, so I felt obliged to get the job done.  Then, I closed the box carefully and asked, "The reparation will be manual and time-consuming. May I take the dress home?" The butler instantly rejected me. "I'm sorry. Madam needs to see it before going to bed every night. May you do the reparation here? I can send a car to pick you up." "No, I have a car!" Clients came first, so I didn't find any problem in this request. When I turned around to leave, the butler said, "Miss, Miss." "Yes? What's wrong?" I looked back.  "Don't you want to check the whole dr