There was a hammering outside the door, and a picking at the lock, and after a time, Miss Dolly came in through the window.
“They can’t seem to get the door open,” she said. “Something’s happened to it. But it doesn’t really matter. Will you get your things packed as quickly as you can, Maggie? The Gettys will be here any minute.”
“Both of them?” asked Maggie.
“I don’t know,” said Miss Dolly.
“Miss Dolly, if I go with you, I’ve got to stop in the village, first.”
“I can lend you anything you want, Maggie.”
“I’ve got to get something in the d**g store,” said Maggie. “Some special medicine.”
“Well, I’m sure we can arrange that,” said Miss Dolly.
So Maggie began to pack her bag while Miss Dolly sat on the bed, smoking, scattering ashes on the floor. Maybe this isn’t really so very que
