CHAPTER III MEET MAGGIE
Two days later Maggie, who swept rooms and talked a lot, also counted hairpins, picked from the dust, and bewailed her own constant loss insinuating a present need, this Maggie, with a season’s new broom and last year’s dust pan, a basket of dusters, brushes, and in the bottom such articles as the girls donated on her rounds, well, anyhow, she came in to clear up Gloria’s room.
“This bein’ a double,” analyzed Maggie, “I’ll have to have it free.”
“Free?” repeated Gloria.
“Yes. I could do it whilst you’re in class, but I like to keep these new curtains well shook and that makes considerable flare around. Ain’t they pretty?”
“Very.”
“Then, jest pick up your precious stuff, I allus calls the little things precious, and whilst you’re out this afternoon—you will
