"The best of this 'ouse is that you can do what you like.
No one minds and no one sees. 'Them as lives in glass 'ouses.'
That's what I say."
"I'll take it," said Maggie.
"You'll be wanting a key, my dear," said Mrs. Brandon, suddenly very
friendly. "To let yerself in an' out at nights. I'll fetch yer one."
She did. Maggie thanked her.
"I wonder," she said, "whether you have such a thing as a small
basket you could lend me. I'm going out to buy one or two
necessaries."
"Certingly," said Mrs. Brandon, all smiles. "Certingly, and anythink
else you'll be needing. All you've got to do is ter ask."
This settled, Maggie departed on her shopping expedition. She was
still driven by a curious clarity and decision as to what she wanted
to do. She felt as though she could conquer the world to-day and
then parcel it out equitably and with success amongst the greedy
kings of the earth. What were kings to her now that she had found
Martin? Less than the dust . . .
Lynton Street offered her nothing but dirty and grime-stained
windows, but she found her way into King Edward Street, and here
there were many shops.
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