I gave her something
to quiet her and stayed with her until she was asleep, but when I
went in the room this morning she was gone. Bettina said she heard
some one unbolt the door very softly, but she thought 'twas me."
"Do you suppose she lives in this neighborhood? Her people must have
been very anxious."
Mrs. Mundy turned and looked at me queerly. She has tremendous
admiration for what she calls my book-learning, and sees no
incongruity in my ignorance of many things with which she is
familiar. My ignorance, indeed, she thinks it her duty to conserve,
and already we have had some differences of opinion as to what I
should know and not know of the life about us. There are a good many
things I have got to make Mrs. Mundy take in more definitely. She
thinks of me still as a girl. I am not. I am a woman twenty-six
years old.
"Half the girls you've seen coming home from work, half who live
around the Square, haven't any people here. What they have is a room
in somebody's house. Many are from the country or from small towns.
Over sixteen thousand work in the factories alone.
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