"The first thing I want is a box of matches," said Maggie. "You'll
light the gas for me, won't you. The truth is, I'm not quite tall
enough to reach it."
Emily lit the gas.
"Thank you so much," said Maggie. "I must have a fire. That's the
next thing. This cold room must have been a bad thing for Mr.
Warlock with his cough."
"Yes, 'e 'as got a corf," said Emily, watching Maggie with all her
eyes.
"Well, do you think I could have a fire?" asked Maggie.
Emily considered.
"I'll ask the missus," she said; "I shouldn't wonder."
She returned soon with coal, wood and newspaper. She also informed
Maggie that Mrs. Brandon would like to have a "little in advance if
convenient, that being the custom."
Maggie delivered up ten and sixpence and was left with exactly two
shillings in her pocket. But how beautiful the room appeared! Emily,
whose ugly bony countenance now wore a look of excited
breathlessness as though she were playing a new kind of game,
discovered a piece of dark sad cloth somewhere in the lower region
and this was pinned up over the window. The fire was soon blazing
away as though the fireplace rejoiced to have a chance of being warm
once more.
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