CHAPTER 35All the questions which Meg wanted to ask churned in her till the next morning. She managed, however, to run upstairs whilst Mary was making beds.
“Can I help you, Mary?” she said. “I’ve got a few minutes.”
“Well, it’s Carter’s business really, but I suppose she thinks herself too grand for the making of beds.”
“I’ll help you. I’d like to,” said Meg.
Mary gave her a sharp glance. What was the child up to, she’d like to know. Something, she’d be bound. Well, it would come out, good or bad.
They had half made Joyce’s bed before anything came. Then Meg said,
“You know the big shop in Langton—the one where you can get everything—boots, and shoes, and boxes, and knives, and dresses, and hats——”
“Jakers,” said Mary. “Of course I know it. It’s a very good shop. What about it? Did
