Our time together is over--"
"I'll come and fetch you to-morrow," said Katherine. "You shall stay
with us until you're quite well, and then we'll find some work for
you."
"Why are you good to me like this?" Maggie asked.
"I'm not good to you," Katherine answered, laughing. "It's simply
selfish. It will be lovely for me having you with me."
"Oh, you don't know," said Maggie, throwing up her head.
"No, I don't think I'll come. I'm frightened. I'm not what you
think. I'm untidy and careless and can't talk to strangers. Perhaps
I'll lose you altogether as a friend if I come."
"You'll never do that," said Katherine, suddenly bending forward and
kissing her. "I don't change about people. It's because I haven't
any imagination, Phil says."
"I shall make mistakes," Maggie said. "I've never been anywhere. But
I don't care. I can look after myself."
The thought of her three hundred pounds (which were no longer three
hundred) encouraged her. She kissed Katherine.
"I don't change either," she said.
She had a strange conversation with Aunt Anne that night, strange as
every talk had always been because of things left unsaid.
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