Sparrows: the story of an unprotected girl by Horace W. C. (Horace Wykeham Can) Newte
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"Mrs Ellis!"
"I'm not so young as I was, and that yard gets me in the throat crool in the cold weather. You'd be useful there too, miss, if you wouldn't mind learning a few swear words." "Oh, Mrs Ellis!" laughed Mavis. "It's difficult at first, miss; but it's wonderful how soon you drop into it if you give your mind to it," declared the landlady solemnly. Four evenings later, Mavis arrived at "Dawes'," having sent her boxes earlier in the day. She was to commence work on the morrow, and had been advised by the firm that it would be as well to take up her abode in her future quarters the night before. Nine o'clock found her on the pavement before the firm's great windows, now securely shuttered; she wondered how she should find her way inside, there being no door in the spread of shutters by which she could gain admittance. Noticing that one or two men were dogging her footsteps, she asked a policeman how she could get into "Dawes'." "A new hand, miss?" asked the policeman. "Yes." "I thought so. First to the right and first to the right again, where you'll see two or three open doors belonging to the firm," the |
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