"Mebbe I'd better, Miss. The truant officer's been around once," said Mrs. Plornish. "But the baby's so small"
"If your husband is as successful as you think he'll be," interposed Jess, sharply, "you'll be able to afford to let her go, eh? Then you will not have to work so hard yourself."
"That's right, Miss!" cried Mrs. Plornish, briskly.
Laura put the money for Maggie's shoes into her hand. "I hope we may come and see Maggie again?" she said, pinching the thin cheek of the little girl, who had been staring at them all this time, without winking, and without a word.
"Sure you can, Miss! And thank you. Thank the young lady, Maggie," ordered Mrs. Plornish.
Maggie gave a funny, bobbing little courtesy as the older girls went out. Laura and Jess said nothing to each other until they reached the street. Then the latter declared:
"She knows something about it."
"About what?" asked Laura.
"Whatever it is that's going on. Whatever it is 'Pizotti' is doing."
"And we know he is staging your play for
