No use waiting
here for a fee. A door at the back of the hall opened, and there came
forward a girl with a scrubbed-looking face and a blue-and-white gingham
apron over a blue cotton frock. She fixed her round china-blue eyes on
Anne, and waited for her to speak.
Anne opened her mouth and then shut it again. She did not know what to
say. The blue-aproned girl caught sight of the trunk.
"Oh, you're a new one!" she exclaimed.
She was so positive that Anne did not like to disagree with her. "I--I
reckon I'm newer than I'm old," she said politely.
The girl grinned. "You come to stay, ain't you? That your trunk?"
"Yes," stammered Anne. "Mr. Patterson says--there's a lady here--"
"You want to see Miss Farlow. She's the superintendent," explained the
girl, still grinning. "Just you wait in the office till she comes from
supper--" and she opened a door on the right. "My! didn't that cabman
leave a lot of mud on the steps?--and tracks on the porch? Mollie'll
have to scrub it again. She'll be so mad!"
The next day there was a new pair of overshoes on the rack, and instead
of twenty-six, there were twenty-seven broad-brimmed, blue-ribboned
hats.
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