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d dreaded its approach。 It was perhaps because it seemed to bring before her the figure of her father； the words as they fell from her lips seemed to be repeated by him as he stood behind her。 Nothing was more unexpected by her than the way that those last days at St。 Dreots crowded about her。 They should surely have been killed by the colours and interests of this new life。 It appeared that they were only accentuated by them。 Especially did she see that night when she had watched beside her father's dead body 。 。 。 she saw the stirring of the beard； the shape of the feet beneath the sheet； the flicker of the candle。 Apart from this one hour of the day； however； she was happy； excited； expectant。 What it was that she expected she did not exactly know； but there were so many things that life might now do for her。 One thing that very evidently it did not intend to do for her was to make her tidy； careful； and a good manager。 Old Martha； the Cardinal servant； was her sworn enemy； and； indeed； with reason。 It seemed that Maggie could not remember the things that she was told： lighted lamps were left long after they should have been extinguished； one night the bathroom was drowned in water by a running tap； her clothes were not mended； she was never punctual at meal…times。 And yet no one could call her a dreamy child。 She could； about things that interested her； be remarkably sharp and penetrating。 She had a swift and often successful intuition about characters； facts and details about places or people she never forgot。 She had a hard； severe； entirely masculine sense of independence； an ironic contempt for sentimentality； a warm； ardent loyalty and simplicity in friendship。 Her carelessness in all the details of life sprang from her long muddled years at St。 Dreots； the lack of a mother's guidance and education； the careless selfishness of her father's disregard of her。 She struggled； poor child； passionately to improve herself。 She sat for hours in her room working at her clothes； trying to mend her stockings； the holes in her blouses； the rip of the braid at the bottom of her skirt。 She waited listening for the cuckoo to call that she might be in exact time for luncheon or dinner； and then； as she listened； some thought would occur to her； and； although she did not dream； her definite tracking of her idea would lead her to forget all time。 Soon there would be Martha's knock on the door and her surly ill…tempered voice：
〃Quarter of an hour they've been sitting at luncheon； Miss。〃
And her clothes！ The aunts had said that she must buy what was necessary； and she had gone with Aunt Elizabeth to choose all the right things。 They had； between them； bought all the wrong ones。 Maggie had no idea of whether or no something suited her； a dress； a hat that would look charming upon any one else looked terrible upon her； she did not know what was the matter； but nothing became her！
Her new friend； Caroline Smith； laughing and chattering； tried to help her。 Caroline had very definite ideas about dress； and indeed spent the majority of her waking hours in contemplation of that subject。 But she had never； she declared； been； in all her life； so puzzled。 She was perfectly frank。
〃But it looks AWFUL； Maggie dear； and yesterday in the shop it didn't seem so bad； although that old pig wouldn't let us have it the way we wanted。 It's just as it is with poor mother； who gets fatter and fatter； diet herself as she may； so that she can wear nothing at all now that looks right； and is only really comfortable in her night…dress。 Of course you're not FAT； Maggie darling； but it's your figureeverything's either too long or too short for you。 You don't mind my speaking so frankly； do you？ I always say one's either a friend or not； and if one's a friend why then be as rude as you please。 What's friendship for？〃
They were； in fact； the greatest possible friends。 Maggie had never possessed a girl…friend before。 She had； in the first days of the acquaintance； been shy and very silentshe had been afraid of going too far。 But soon she had seen that she could not go too far and could not say too much。 She had discovered then a multitude of new happinesses。
There was nothing； she found； too small； too unimportant to claim Caroline's interest。 Caroline wished to know everything； and soon Maggie disclosed to her many things that she had told to no other human being in her life before。 It could not honestly be said that Caroline had many wise comments to make on Maggie's experiences。 Her attitude was one of surprised excitement。 She was amazed by the most ordinary incidents and conversations。 She found Maggie's life quite incredible。
〃You must stop me； Maggie； if I hurt your feelings。 But really！ 。 。 。 Why； if poor father had treated me like that I'd have gone straight out of the house and never come back。 I would indeed 。 。 。 Well； here you are now； dear； and we must just see each other as often as ever we can！〃
They made a strange contrast； Maggie so plain in her black dress with her hair that always looked as though it had been cut short like a boy's； her strong rough movements； and Caroline； so neat and shining and entirely feminine that her only business in the world seemed to be to fascinate； beguile and bewilder the opposite sex。 Whatever the aunts may have thought of this new friendship； they said nothing。 Caroline had her way with them as with every one else。 Maggie wondered often as to Aunt Anne's； real thoughts。 But Aunt Anne only smiled her dim cold smile； gave her cold hand into the girl's warm one and said； 〃Good afternoon； Caroline。 I hope your father and mother are well。〃 〃They're dears； you know；〃 Caroline said to Maggie； 〃I do admire your Aunt Anne； she keeps to herself so。 I wish I could keep to myself； but I never was able to。 Poor mother used to say when I was quite little； 'You'll only make yourself cheap； Carrie； if you go on like that。 Don't make yourself cheap； dear。' But what I say is； one's only young once and the people who don't want one needn't have one。〃
Nevertheless there were； even in these very early days； directions into which Maggie did not follow her new friend。 Young as she was in many things； in some ways she was very old indeed。 She had been trained in another school from Caroline； she felt from the very first that upon certain questions her lovely friend was inexperienced； foolish and dangerously reckless。 On the question of 〃men；〃 for instance； Maggie； with clear knowledge of her father and her uncle； refused to follow Caroline's light and easy excursions。 Caroline was disappointed； she had a great deal to say on the subject and could speak； she assured Maggie； from a vast variety of experience： 〃Men are all the same。 What I say is； show them you don't care 'that' about them and they'll come after you。 Not that I care whether they do or no。 Only it's fun the way they go on。 You just try； Maggie。〃
But Maggie had her own thoughts。 They were not imparted to her friend。 Nothing indeed appeared to her more odd than that Caroline should be so wise in some things and so foolish in others。 She did not know that it was her own strange upbringing that gave her independent estimates and judgments。
The second influence that； during these first weeks； developed her soul and body was； strangely enough； her aunt's elderly friend； Mr。 Magnus。 If Caroline introduced her to affairs of the world； Mr。 Magnus introduced her to affairs of the brain and spirit。
She had never before known any one who might be called 〃clever。〃 Her father was not； Uncle Mathew was not； no one in St。 Dreots had been clever。 Mr。 Magnus； of course； was 〃clever〃 because he wrote books； two a year。
But to be an author； was not a claim to Maggie's admiration。 As has been said before； she did not care for reading； and considered that the writing of books was a second…rate affair。 The things that Mr。 Magnus might have done with his life if he had not spent it in writing books！ She regarded him with the kind indulgence of an elder who watches a child brick…building。 He very quickly discovered her attitude and it amused him。 They became the most excellent friends over it。 She on her side very quickly discovered the true reason of his coming so often to their house； he loved Aunt Anne。 At its first appearance this discovery was so strange and odd that Maggie refused to indulge it。 Love seemed so far from Aunt Anne。 She greeted Mr。 Magnus from the chill distance whence she greeted the rest of the worldshe gave him no more than she gave any one elseBut Mr。 Magnus did not seem to desire more。 He waited patiently； a slightly ironical and self…contemptuous worshipper at a shrine that very seldom opened its doors； and never admitted him to its altar。 It was this irony that Maggie liked in him； she regarded herself in the same way。 Their friendship was founded on a mutual detachment。 It prospered exceedingly。
Maggie soon discovered that Mr。 Magnus was very happy to sit in their house even though Aunt Anne was not present。 His attitude seemed to be that the atmosphere that she left behind her was enough for him and that he could not； in justice； expect any more。 Before Maggie's arrival he had had but a slender excuse for his continual presence。 He could not s